One of those nights
When the moon
The wonders,
Dreams of reality
The silent wind,
Quiet harmony
Chants the
Cry of her aching wounds.
One of those moments
Without tune
The broken voice,
Fading melody
The beauty,
Perfect purity
Isolates the
Sky above the dunes.
At last, yes
It awakes
The sound,
Charity of a soul
The moan,
Pain of the cold
Defies the
Loss of a heartbreak.
At last, yes
It knows
The peace,
The shine of gold
The envy,
The power it holds
Captures the
Instant and runs.
beautiful <3
RépondreSupprimerour imagination it seems to me can create unimagination
the lost focus on nothing
and the totality of need or want fills
like breaking glass in a dam
this is what im struggling with now
I can feel the breaths in this poem...really well expressed.
RépondreSupprimerthank you both
RépondreSupprimerI aim to express something beyond what it seems like. No defining words, only what we have in our imagination
Yes, vivid. I can almost draw your thoughts. :)
RépondreSupprimerYour words are alive.
RépondreSupprimerNicely expressed... :)
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