Windchimes. Palettes. Sky.
A writer finding her voice on screen.
The wind sees frozen with the lack of sound The echo of your voice, no more now nowhere to be found The light that flickered
By Hira K.3 years ago in Poets
Have you seen identities shift Like a magician's hand in play . The clown like smile frozen still like it was never to
I see myself so muddled The reflection, once, so clear, now gone. They say, oh you've grown so much. But they never ask,
You say, you're not worried But I see the tension writhe in your bones You're thinking of all those times When you were broken and alone
•Reflection• There is so much in you. Not just blood, veins, and joints. But there is so much in you-- a magnificent universe inside
When these moments Became memories I can't seem to remember Was it the time When we grew apart Or when words
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