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This poem is open for interpretation, for any emotion or thought to flow through you. |
| The Unknown What is it? What is that still small sound in the night? What is that drowning thunder at day’s end? What is it? What is the soft tapping all around me? What is the aching I feel take me over? What is it? What is the echo saying so loudly? What is the never ending unknown? -Laura O’Connell |