Shh Says the Soul
shh says the soul
I must not be seen
The feathered wings of hope spread prone
seek its final rest
Inside the unseen argues with the unnoticed
Sound and words defty fill the ether
and secrets kept between myself
rip outwards for acceptance
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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