They appear anywhere at any time. I never know where they come from, but I always hear them
No one else hears them, it's only for my ears
The silent calls, yearning for me, but how do I answer?
Tell me, how do I answer a call with no voice?
The whispers surround me, yet it has my body screaming
The source of this silent voice is miles away, I know where it comes from
Everything in me itches to run, to answer these whispers before they disappear
Yet we both know that I won't be able to answer in time, and that will be the death of my
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Distant
Poesiajust short poems about stuff Was previously Bliss, I got bored of the title
