WALLS OF SILENCE ~ DS Her voice is a mist WeChat Far away and precarious As a tree whose roots cling To rocks overhanging a cliff As she threatens to hang up. Years pass into dust With drills, hammers and saws Remodelling an old house Whose walls of silence Keep a granite hold on my loss. Now that she’ll never intrude On my rock garden concord Far away through a static mist I hear in her voice Endless silence falling dead.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 05:13:36 +0000
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