Where Voices End

soul sounds stepping
inside again – unannounced
wind across the water
storm clouds above
a thousand raindrops
forever lost

the breath of heavy sighs
sorrow and pain
rustling in the leaves
and summer blinks so softly
shivers in the rain

flower petals
in hopeless disarray
entangled within memories
listless, weightless, free
never to be found again

soul sounds creeping
through the curtains
of my dream
a nightingale singing
where voices end

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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