Tonight,I write a sort of poetry
in a state of melancholy,
where words weep in their own sadness
and syllables snivel in hidden sentences
I could hear a voice,
your song to be exact
it has its own rhythm,
an unspoken requiem
Hush now, the moon is still
a gorgeous beauty in midnight-
i hear the silence of fear
dancing with a tear.
Absence
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2 endeavored to criticize:
outstanding damsel, the tears of
your heart curtain this poem,
adore "words weep", syllbles
snivel" ... the silence of fear.
Thank You Jade! i was hurt when i wrote the poem. :'(
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