NaPoWriMo Day 17: They

Beyond the dark alleys of the world
As white flags left to be unfurled
In dark, sad, inconspicuous shadows
They do exist.

As silent, little sweet whispers
In the rhymes of a little sister
Like the hushed, tranquil beats of a heart
They do speak.

Through crevices left to be repaired
From the sad hearts left to paired
Via the hollowness left in your souls
They do see.

From under the age-old king’s bed
As tears that have now been shed
Through the words which were never said
They do hear.

And, they hear you
Calling their name
Shouting their name.
If only you knew,
They do exist.

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