Nainful Voice

It was only what i could remember
– the voice
The voice from you to me
I was enclosed in its shrouds
With Sheol in between
Gliding lazily for the last time
To the alter of stones
Mine? not mine
a voice soaked in tears
But washed in divine tone

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