there remains no word to bespoken
there's no use to try to cry out or unburden
trapped inside like a captive like a slave
the body and soul gradually turning into a grave
sometimes voices better go dead
sometimes things are better be left unsaid.
Our NYC Solstice (Limerick)
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Old Man Winter’s arrived. We got snow.But it wasn’t a terrible blow;Just an
inch (maybe two)Graced New York, right on cue,With its glistening view, all
aglow.
12 hours ago
1 comments:
I agree with you 100%
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