Do you miss me when I am silent, when the world is in chaos and I find myself without voice?
Do you miss me when I am silent when I am a victim of no choice?
Do you miss me when I have no answers, in the deafening noise…
Our world is like the shadows when a candle’s wick is almost spend
and this is how this poem is now at it’s end…
(c) 2021 Allen Wolfie Simpson
Junie 13, 2021 at 9:55 nm
Love it Wolfy💖
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Junie 13, 2021 at 10:49 nm
Thanks Astral 💕
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Junie 14, 2021 at 4:33 nm
Ja, Wolfie, ek mis jou as jy nie skryf nie.
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Junie 15, 2021 at 3:05 nm
A Tannie, soms is my woorde skaars, dan is ek ook… Maar ek mis julle terug, my geliefde woord vrinne x
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