National Poetry Month
Day 5
April 5, 2015
Your words are quiet
When I look in your eyes
Your lips speak masterpieces
Of distant lies
The sound to horror
As your tears drip from
The cries
No shadow to follow
My heart waves
Good Bye
Remember me not
As I reach for sky
The soul who once loved
Was set free to fly
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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