Songs I sing when no one’s listening


Listen carefully you will hear my broken voice thrill with discarded songs ; lesser travelled routes,  lanes meshed with thorn and lesser lights, but here my soul stripped from even things like pain, knows here, here, here, here, I am free and birthed all over again. Here I need no voice, nor embrace , nor loss nor gain in the silence of an unbroken face, forgotten whispers return, like rain. Much awaited rain.


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