i would be no one.
i would have no head, no hair, no comb.
i would be the thin mist in the air of a cold mornin'.
i would rise and disappear early, before the sun,
and noisy streets and everyone movin'.
i would hum and greet you when you awaken,
with no words, no face, no promise but my love.
i would be here, be here invisible, forever.
when all the braver ones have gone to hide.
when all the tears have years and years been dried.
Whispering Soul Poetry
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