by Leslie RomanThe name is thrown into the wind And like a puzzle it shatters into millions of pieces Echoing into the air, the atmosphere, the galaxy Words are nothing but sound of the tongue The effort into communicating The thought building within The emotion that goes with its intention Pierces… The soul The mind The heart The life, her life, our life The atmosphere that surrounds not just the living but the dead On the outside still as a statue but it wasn’t Medusa who did this It was…you The friend The acquaintance The sister The brother The mother The father The best friend The lover… You don’t know how it feels?
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