Tuesday, May 3, 2016

The soul flies high....

The tinkle of my anklets 
had become silent with time
And now a whiff from the past 
Stir sleeping memories
No anklets on my feet
And yet the chime resonates
There is no dais
And yet my feet they dance
to a soundless melody...

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Ambushed by shrapnel words searing the soul piercing, lacerating vitriolic volley

bloodless wounds never to heal Invisible scars Silent screams Unshed tears Unspent fury

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