Sunday, July 8, 2007


Motionless shadows that caress my window
Whispering winds that seem to call out to me
If all is calm the words will be heard
In the silence of my room in darkness
Free from the inclines of others
Interfering well intentioned mothers
Who cleave to notions and affairs
Treading in places where no one dares
Vain attempts to alter fate
Those inner voices who patiently await
For silence to fall once again
Before they speak to me

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