Hoarse

Hoarse as the silence Virgil
wore...to allow for a clearing,
be it a soul.
A spring breeze caught in the
throat of winter saith: "Here
is your point (remain)...when
I cease to blow, so shall you
return."
At the farthest end of loss...
at the closest reach of gain--
their one and the sameness
shall impress a telling.
Hoarse as the silence Virgil
wore...to allow for a clearing,
a soul saith unto itself thus.


Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wonderful. Thank you for sharing...:)..................

[Onoma]

Much appreciated Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Much welcome...:)........................