Simmering in the shadows
hidden by sight
playing games unspoken
day and night
flying with the gusty winds
defiant and free
touching and remaining
unshaken like a tree
sounds of the voices within
how do I explain
touch my soul to feel
things I lose and gain
…coffee, cold, abandoned
papers full of dust
unopened letters in boxes
with locks full of rust
longings and desires
buried,
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