Her Words

 

Her words are music I’m ought to hear,

Though she is near yet not from here.

Cast a word now from beneath the ground.

Something she says, remain out loud.

 

Her depth drowns my own spell,

As she slowly breaks a story to tell.

She came from heaven just before she fell.

And shared her story here in hell.

 

(C) M. E. Flores

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