When echoes of thoughts
dance a waltz to sharp howling winds,
the mind quicksteps
to the beats of the heart…
unheard the wishes remain,
deeply rooted,
buried…
beneath the layers
we cover our tender skins
to not feel hurt or bleed.
Devoid,
we lead empty lives,
wanting,
knowing what we want
and not reaching out.
Copyright@Sandy2012
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