One sided conversations
By Pat G
There is in noisy silence an accounting of each word; mid hum and drum of syllables, such scant emotions heard. Each tattered and profaned as innocence abraded. The ebb and flow of intellect, the pulse of love degraded. So, Speak to me in silence of how things used to be unblinded by derision when "one" and "one" was "we". Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 08:19 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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"There is in noisy silence..."