Three -Tercets to self
Silent grief
Noisy full blown
Hacking sobs- much relief
silent grief – kills
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Peace
Powwow(ed) with self
Ripples have settled
Hold back new pebble
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Silent commune
Your quizzing look
My peaked brows
Words, redundant
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Originally Published: July 15, 2011
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