Whispers drenched in essence.


I hear sometimes,
something hiding
In your non
existent tone.
It’s more then you
mean to say,
and greater then
I comphrehend.
It’s then that I wonder
If it is our souls

Karen Hayward (c)2017
Words and image.

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