Sunday, July 8, 2018

Flutter

I hear tiny voices
singing in my veins...

An opera of heartache,
a symphony of hope...

Eye lashes flutter
as memories falter...

And I am left, wandering,
in my new wonderland....

or....my new wasteland..

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