Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Seven Days (Day 91)


More than seven days have passed— 
Turned to dandelion fluff and floated, 
Wafted on the April wind—since
This silence bloomed and filled my head. 
From dawn to dark, I waver in a dream, 
Safe from words and whispers, I imagine, 
Surely, in another week will fade.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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