Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

What is the sound of my Soul?

It is the wail of a baby

Waiting to be held;

The chirp of a fledgling

Waiting to be fed;

The cry of a wound

Waiting to be healed;

The whisper of dusk

Beseeching the night;

It’s the sound of low sobs

Tearing at my heart.

I’m sorry, my Soul.

 

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