I thought it was a bother,
So I chopped it off.
It was after I did,
that I realized
it kept me worm in the cold..
And In my nakedness
it was my covering cloth.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
