Elena's Humming Soul

Will Silence

strum the wind

like  that of guitar strings…

Wherefore art thy

melody?

Ah, perhaps in 

tinges of

solitude and frail 

wings that soar

the skies. 

Will those book pages

flip into what is real…

facets of memoirs–

warm-filled,

unchased by moonbeams,

unrivalled by time.

The heart ascending the stairway 

of the mind–too sublime 

to behold 

all or nothing.

11/09/2022

By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2022

Author's Note:

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