Through distances of arid time
a voice, half-remembered, half-dreamed,
cuts through the painful skin
that I wear as my disguise
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How does elephant knows to leave the herd and walk alone? How does the birds know to fly with the change of seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? There is a voice within if only we would listen to it, That tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown. Good read. Thank you.
the tune is the tune of a strange truth, a truth that knows you, and a truth that you will die for..................yet passionately ingenious flow from within by the apprehension that happens to happen as the truth when delves from mystery by time and space of own, well penned,10+++, thanks for sharing
I am just now hearing too many voices and am unsure to go which way and why and how.......nice poem.