Without a Voice
*
I am unable
to reveal the thrill
or how my pulse climbs
up the gilded stairs....
I must hold my words
I cannot speak
of morning's dawn
and rising sun...
I am breathless
No voice could
say enough
to describe...
as day
unfolds
gold...
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Inspired by Catie's contest "What the Hex"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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