A touch upon her soul
It withdraws with chilling conviction
but its warm imprint remains
A defiant presence in her heart
Bewildering her logic
Thwarting her reason
A creation of her own making
Of her own heart
pulsing with echoes
of a voice that has long since
fallen silent
Wow...I can feel that poem as if its something that has happened to me. I mean, it has happened to me. It does happen to me.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I love writing poetry. <3
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