Rasp of its WhispersA Poem by Onoma
melancholia loses its voice after
the unbroken rasp of its whispers-- are stripped naked by the oppressive vapors it possessed to temper. lordly and nonemergent--walked thru the walls of its mansion, into rooms that bear the sound of drizzle. hallways of bounding sunlight, stunted by dense clouds.
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Added on April 26, 2024 Last Updated on April 26, 2024 Author
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