your voice November 6, 2018 a poet's playground he shouted i want my voice to be heard i want my voice to be heard she countered stop whispering into the trees the leaves swallow your words stop shouting stop whispering you know how to have your voice heard
restoration lost in a warp of time a zone unfamiliar but so perfectly real stolen from someone else’s path wrapped up in a cloak of grey the field beckoned to be walked upon to be laid on whisking up memories that tormented the heart that clung to the brain
Succinct and powerful!
THANK YOU!