Soundless

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It’s black
right there
i stare
so dark
no flare
that’s rare
soundless
the air
i share
that’s good
it’s where
i care
eyes closed
my prayer
aware
to be
i swear
its fair
to break
the snare
and dare
to love
the quiet there.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, July 30, 2015

Image: Archiproducts

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