Why is it

There are no thoughts
Deeper than my own
Why is it so hard
To speak

There is no voice
Louder than my own
Why is it so hard
To listen

There is no pace
Faster than my own
Why is it so hard
To follow

There is no love
Stronger than my own
Why is it so hard
To give

There are no questions
Clearer than my own
Why is it so hard
To answer

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© Sara Febles

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