Silent echoes galloping in the breeze, <br />followed by the rustling of the falling leaves, <br />streets bare to where they unwind too, <br />darkness my friend is what im inclined too, <br />the distant voices, <br />whom, <br />procreate choices, <br />have been shunned away to the vast plains, <br />of my cerebral fortress, <br />where to were to whom to he, <br />shall i be forever free, <br />314 is the key <br />you'll see<br /><br />Frankie Von<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-echoes-3/
