To words keyed in, I listen.
A stone face I image.
I hear its unasked questions,
face inquire in silence.
In kind-
What’s read between lines?
Why fear questions you can’t hear?
To words keyed in, I listen.
A stone face I image.
I hear its unasked questions,
face inquire in silence.
In kind-
What’s read between lines?
Why fear questions you can’t hear?