as wind rustles dry leaves
I wonder
if one could hear footsteps
rustling through time
but the corridors are silent
my voice dissolves in air
words seep through time
to reach somewhere I cannot
hear me
find me
if you can
I wonder
if one could hear footsteps
rustling through time
but the corridors are silent
my voice dissolves in air
words seep through time
to reach somewhere I cannot
hear me
find me
if you can
aren't we all waiting to be found?
ReplyDeleteI guess, we are. But who shall find us, if we cannot find ourselves?
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