Will you hear me or read my heart?
So you will know the howl of my regret?
My voice is like a soundless shout.
That murmurs my secret reality.
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How would I understand the intangible.
If I don't hear a sound explanation.
Silence is just like a dark shadow.
That envelopes my curiosity.
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My secrets dwells deep inside me.
I can hear it whispering so softly.
It murmurs meaningful words.
That makes sense of my true identity.
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Keep close and lend me your ears.
So I can whisper to you my mystery.
I will hum my personality so softly.
Listen and because I will not do it again.
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Did you hear what I said?
Do you know now who I am?
If you missed all the things I mumbled.
Maybe you are not interested so let me just stay unknown . . .
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Rhymes of My Soul
PoetryA poem is like a mirror, it echoes a soul. Every line has its own revelation - to uncover who we are, what we are and what we believe . . .