Invisible Ink
there are days
I just like to be silently invisible
to lurk, prowl and creep in the shadows of my soul
in a foggy, misty, haze of beauty
hushed, withdrawn and hidden
submerged in my innermost thoughts
behind a veil of concealment . . .
where my voice is mute but my imagination is wild
and I write poems in my head
using invisible ink
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October 22, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Invisible Ink
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1297-090-22
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (31)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 10/23/2020
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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