I know a story
Once told
Loses its glory
I know a sound
Once spoken
Allows me to be found
Not too loud
Not too profound
Hardly, scary
I used to deem it
A child, lost in misery
Now, I am lost
Without it
With me
Now, I can see
Clearly
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
