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Reverberations by PWB poets
Like a drunk breaks glass, you
this frozen lake for her swan coloured
muzzling the angelic sound she belted out
past mountain pass and winter’s heart.
Turbulent sediment churns amidst her broken dreams.
Her soul lies naked in wanting.
You collect this yearning, a messenger of her silence,
in her sigh, immeasurable in depth and seemily endless.
The poets who wrote this, in the order their line appears,