Little Voice
little voice
there no great deeds
following the name
black as crows
or white s angels wings
no trials of faith or love
there is a piece of life
short or long
she does not know
through which she must travel
until the end
a tortoise with shell
a cell of fear
dreams abandoned
as too painful with promises
that will not come true
dreams are words
scratched on brown paper bags
that slip through the cracks
birds that flutter unfledged
to the street below
washed by rain
into the gutters
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