ISSN: 1941-4137 |
Volume Five Issue Two |
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How I came to find you were unfaithful When the spring comes, it can hardly be seen but it can be heard. The words that froze over months falling to the ground like cloth now fill the air with forgotten words. Secrets cannot be kept they grow with the sprigs and the odors of floral mating. The ears are full, but not of silence. |