This Rain in My Eyes

  And this, this post is not meant to be here. Perhaps in the pages of my journal, or the back of my poetry book, but there, I feel as if it will rot away till it becomes a fossil, dug up and left to be decipher, but sadly, not understood, by the man of [...]

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Muted Volume

via Daily Prompt: Volume <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/">Volume</a>   I watch her, that mother who cradles her child, On the screen, the reporters mute her volume, She holds the little one gently, but take a look at her eyes, And behold: a wild fire,the mayhem of a typhoon, From that hickory brown cliff comes a song, louder [...]