Spoken volumes — Whispers of a poet’s heart

I stare out past icy-laced panes Nothing resembles familiarity As my inner child’s heart breaks Holidays have lost their meaning Along with our traditional values Being less and less of old usuals More familyships are auctioned off To a higher prioritizing host ego Who’s material goal- is the numbers     Twas a time visitors came […]

Spoken volumes — Whispers of a poet’s heart
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