My Songs
Picked up pieces
From the darkest alleys;
Shrouded scars
From the unseen arrows;
Stifled screams
From the unheard spaces;
Soulful sorrows
From the deepest recesses;
Meditative melodies
From the unknown strings;
Pieces,
Scars,
Screams,
Sorrows.
My songs.
Meditative,
Melodies.
My songs.
Copyright © Harpreet Kaur | Year Posted 2020
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