This Old Soul #poetry

This old soul
Rattles around inside my bones
Full of wisdom of its own

The willows weep
As the sky cries
Begging me to listen
To the restless soul residing in my bones

Am I invisible
To everyone
Or just used to the loneliness
That this old soul has endured


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