That night when you left the bridge, I bent down Kneeling on my knee And pressed my ear to listen to your voice, But all I heard was Tongueless Whispering...!
C'mon in! Feel free to browse around my head a while. It's a mosaic of thoughts, musings, ramblings and reflections. Good news is, there's no cover charge.
PS. For my poems, THERE IS cover charge! ;)
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