Guest post :Hollow Thoughts

April 22, 2017

No silver to dole out.
No words to spell out.
Voices of the dead,
earn me a way out.

Waggling on the ledge,
I send my regards to the hounds,
to tune their clamors,
bearing no bounds.

A spirit with no fear.
An element with no sphere.
For what is seen pointless,
for it to be cleared.

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