the music in my ears
eyes filled with tears
but my head for once not with fearsi am mourning at last
almost reliving the pasti am hurting, in my head and heart
collarbones wet with saltmy tears will stop flowing
but a river always flows in you
YOU ARE READING
sound.
Poetryepisode ii. {sound} noun [ count noun ] a thing that can be heard © 2014 Helena Barbara May aka helenabarbara_. All rights reserved.