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What difference does it make,
If I spoke to you tonight
How does it matter
If you are at all there?
Yet how heavily it weighs
And strongly does it scatter
My thoughts like seeds in a wind.
I try to ignore all that I keep sensing
The voices in my head their own
I am not a fool
To not know of your afflictions
Gather your storms now
And put them in my bosom
Take my name and let it find
Within you, no oblivion.

~ Poems, picture & handwriting ~
Purvi Petal 26 May©2015