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My Happy Place...

The presence of evocative gloom is suddenly sentient

By Angel BladePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
My Happy Place...
Photo by Danielle Dolson on Unsplash

A soft glow

illuminates from the gray clouds

A soft dullness fills the room

The presence of evocative gloom

is suddenly sentient

the calming sound

of rain

Fills my mind

I close my eyes

And let the

Cold

Harsh

Thoughts of reality

Slip from my mind

Its only now

That nothing exist

But the irrevocably irresistible

Sound

Of love

Sadness

And silence

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About the Creator

Angel Blade

It's almost like everything I write is a cry for help...

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