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down within the glance of the charred old moonlight
the voices of kindness remain sorrowful and silent
their whispers morph to subtle symphonies
too frail to acknowledge the fate their destiny paints so well
echoes of hope bombard the rippling silence within galactical destinies
leaving only the sun to gently soothe what is left of the world.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Comments (2)
There is such great imagery in this. "Charred old moonlight" is just great and the idea of the sun being the only thing left to soothe the world? Heartbreaking. Desolation is what I get from this and a forgotten people. Despite the sadness, I loved this.
Short but impactful, lol be my sensei XD