A soaked skull weighs down intrusive thoughts While pattering drops cuts through white noise. In evenings with rainfall, footsteps lose rhythm Giving way to a heartbeat or whisper. Rain brings reflection, on the path and in the mind. What pool visions do you see? Does the face peering back look younger Ready to stomp on …
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Crest of the Dawn
Light shines into the windows, the ghost’s of conversation revealed while the living remain alone. Here the pall of silence is deafening. Shadows stalk what was once opulent and alive, while desperate lives hunt. Luxuries redefine themselves, and necessities become all the more precious.Conversations once common, muzzled with masks in another’s presence. Earth continues to …
Writing in C Major 