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This lonely verse, an extension,
from what whispers, speaks inside.
The words, a piece by invention,
of what the heart cannot hide.

An expression of transferring tears,
repressions from recurring years,
impressions caught by eyes, by ears,
that feed not love, its ascension.
This lonely verse, an extension.

by (c) Colorofsky

Comments (1)

Short but impressive. fantastic!