The Unknown
June 27, 2004
by: Silver Nightingale

The unheard cries of stormy gust,
The unseen drops of liquid dust,
The unfelt tears of frigid ice,
The untold truths of my disguise

The unheard stories of the trees,
The unseen flights of bumblebees,
The unfelt chills of midnight rain,
The unfazed rhythm of my pain

The unheard screams of agony,
The unseen scars of harmony,
The unfelt thrill of fantasy,
The unknown being, that is me.

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