Where are the voices crying out
from the din
Where is the blood you spilled
from within
Where is that Siren who once
called your name
Where is the fortune promised
by fame
Where is the promise you made
to yourself
Where is that demon unseen but
still felt
Where is the beacon to lighten
your ink
Where is the harbor this side of
the brink
Where is the feeling,
hearts lost in the fall
Where is the meaning
—no words left to call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
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Where is the harbor, this side of the brink Where is the feeling—hearts lost in the fall Where is the meaning, no words left to call Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Thanks for the sharing. 10 mark's for it.
Thanks so much, Subhas. Very kind! Kurt