the voices
speak to her...
the voices carry
heartache
love
melancholy
joy
her muses
the voices
a revolving door of voices
he enters,
he exits,
he enters...
drvodka05
Our minds love to contemplate, create, debate at all hours. A playground not found on maps - an abstract playground. But it depends on YOU to allow it to play. Awaken your mind!
2 comments:
beautiful poem!
Gracias Lorena.
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