Souls spill from their eyes over the pillow
All is quiet and still
The dream is lost behind the all-compassing
presence of a void that steals faith
from the hearts of those who dare to wish
Behind the mist of her smile
and the glassiness of her eyes
All is quiet and still
As she closes her door and locks it shut
And weeps
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Hiding place
Poesie"In this world of melancholy, we need to look out for the light. The light is all we need." {October 17, 2018} Encompasses a compilation of poetry in an unrefined form.
