when she spoke
it was like a radio
tuned to static
her eyes flickered
as if she tried
to tune
to a frequency
decipherable
to the strange creatures
braying
before her
she had
a pretty smile
that sparkled
in her eyes
when the weight
of the world
was turned towards
another poor soul
to sputter and spark
in the spotlight
of abysmal
silence
Wonderful poetry Mike!
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thank you. your kindness is always appreciated.
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I enjoy your writing very much!
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