Sep 2020
when your tongue lays silent
no song on your lips
still you are called "poet"
inhabiting that skin.
When the silence claims you
do not despair;
its all part of the journey
as necessary as air.
no song on your lips
still you are called "poet"
inhabiting that skin.
When the silence claims you
do not despair;
its all part of the journey
as necessary as air.
