Without Words- Sound

From the Without Words collection

If sound was warmth

It would be cold here

If sound was blood

The air would be glass

 

Shards that slip off

The tender skin

When they should pierce

Not harmful, but

Not welcoming either.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

this is for sure word weaving and you have the perfect name as your words weave a wonderful poem .. i enjoyed it very much.

Peace
Chloe