Winged words
Broken windows
On slippery tongues
Words spilling naked on the floor
Digging the emotions underneath
Some buried in their own sunrise
Stagnant, waiting on love’s arrival
The rains whisper on the iron sheets
They leak secrets emanating from within
Punctured holes and poignant walls
I sit in the midst of all these nakedness
Questioning myself on how I feel?
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