by Amber

seven

Does your voice echo?

Would it make me cry..

If your words flow free

Maybe it’s a sound 🌊

Or a barrier between 🌎

If time stopped moving

All around us, crickets

Would we even notice?

Can a sound pull the tide

As if it were caught inside

Gravity pulls on the moon

Rust can fall away too soon

Will you love me if I cried

Maybe more if I just died

Do I have to make a rhyme

To get you to read my mind

Will a poet matter .. in the 🌍

If she doesn’t use her voice 🧜‍♀️

Until it truly can be heard 🐚

Why seven.. why not eight ♾️

Could’ve been nine, but we…

Have simply run out of time ⌛️

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