I am become Voice

Whenever there’s a story

Of love lust and secrets

Tales of how we found and what we lost

Sacrifices given for the sake of many

Houses broken for fulfilling of a heart

I am become voice

The opener of styles and lights

Seizer of hope, of likes and happiness

Always ready to give my statement that

Together we aren’t many but only two

Now we are the desperation

Roaming at night stealing their lost souls

Eating from broken plates and empty pots

Yearning for more life

So we could meet up and make what’s detached

•Steve Freddie

Poetic Verse

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