MindWhispers

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Ashes And Mist

My words fall as ashes
No one hears,
Such a small thing—
To make no shadow.

My tears become mist
As a vapor,
Rising in despair—
And are no more.

My song becomes silent
Passed as a cloud,
I look and I see—
And my heart follows my eyes.

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