Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Monday, September 12, 2016
FROZEN IN TIME
Frozen in time.
Frozen in space.
Memories lost.
Lifetimes ago.
No one to hear.
No one to see.
What lies in me.
What wants to be free.
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