The notion
The notion is a willful hurricane at times.
Like a passenger
one can see the oncoming
without need of shelter
or risking immediate defeat.
What I fear though, at times,
when the whispering soul is more
of a fading goodbye through a needle,
is the silence and its unwordly after,
the bleak melting into oblivion,
the lost worlds I never knew.
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Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-02-26 at 23:48
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