Dandelion Head
Thursday, October 15, 2009
On Conversation
I talked so much,
All that incessant chatter.
But alas nothing would matter
No image to savour in your memory remain.
So much for speaking without refrain.
For in all that noise,
Was forgotten a reflection of my Soul's voice.
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