At daylight whirl of words I render-
Volumes of thoughts, heavy and light,
Piercing sharp or soothing tender-
Their weight wafts off into the night.
Where silence reigns and sounds flee,
Muted mind standstills roaming free,
Resting on a reflective spree.
June 23, 2020
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020
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