Rings of Smoke

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my silences

Posted on | November 26, 2007 | Comments Off

i float,
like an autumn leaf,
yellowed,aimless,drifting,
broken away from my tree,
i scream,mourning the loss of innocence.

and having no bosom to lay my head on,
i weep my tears,and swallow my pain,
and drift along…
misunderstood,unread,unrequited,
like that question in your eyes,
i go on,searching for a home,
asking,shouting,screaming your name,
painting my need in meaningless words…

cant you hear my silences?

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