
You long to be part of what you are made of,
Crossing the realm of divide,
Abscission of pretences,
Shedding false camouflages
Befriend that lonely soul you chose to shun,
Doing what the world wanted,
Keeping up the masked charade,
you forgot its silent voice
whispering softly in dreams,
Unheard in loud cacophony.
Now you hear its mellifluous notes,
They strike a chord deep down,
You are now
what you are deemed to be.
Via :https://lindaghill.com/2022/01/28/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-28th-2022/
Wonderful.
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