Never a refrain?
God exists in the music & the Devil in the more detailed thoughts
Unspoken remarks leave their marks in the sounds a voice creates
Nothing to be ashamed of but those that assume that they mastered
the art of serendipity slowly forget how to let their silence guide them
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2014-10-17 at 08:10
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