Stifled Voices

Stifled Voices


A thousand clouds cry out

from those who dwell beneath

their muffled moans fade

as they live in perpetual shade


Above the clouds oblivious

they shower rain below

on those who sigh and weep

and then fall readily asleep


The elite with harps atuned

entertain an audience unseen

to those who desire not a tune

as they face their personal doom


The clouds disperse and fall apart

as blue skies do impart

bright light shines below on all

and to their knees do they readily fall

◄ The Vault of Dreams

This War ►


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