Whispers of Wind'
Turning tales of an empty road
Glass and mirrors
And
A rose...
Strolling alone I hear the wind
Although
a whisper from within
I can't bear this riddle
So,
I shake inside this puzzle piece dangles
Books and bandages
She was no crook
A bed and a pillowcase
Tattooed and clean
I wear my scars like an index
Would you stay
Or
Just smile..... As, I dream.
Copyright © Paul Gardiner | Year Posted 2023
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