#625.93 Poem by Janis Land Raymer

Dark, desolate highways
Leading to
nowhere.
Echoes of
the past-
Reverberate off
the walls.
The soul shakes
and trembles.
As winds howl
and the storm
shakes the foundation.
Cloudless night
violent whisperings-
Arise, my soul,
Arise and be counted.
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