There are people to whom <br />all your words are just the pause <br />that's interrupting their own talking <br /> <br />There are others that see <br />the pearls and poisons of your days <br />as just another act that curtains rise and fall upon <br /> <br />But to some, we are like the lone bird <br />that's slowly disappearing against the farthest horizon <br />even as unseen worlds grow large inside of it<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unseen-worlds/
