Silence
It is silent pain
It is the silent sorrow
Like the sky
Time has stopped running
Lovely clouds
Blossom your smiling face
The gentle warm breeze
The warmth of your passion
I have loved frankly
This lovely clouds, gentle breeze
Like this night
Beautiful text
Space stands still and runs
The sad rain forgets to be tired
The dark night forgets to wake up
I have been honestly hurt
This sad rain, the dark night
Silence, dead silence
Is this turquoise blue sky, sad night
Content source: beautiful article booth (www.mwenting.com)
Original URL: http://www.mwenting.com/a/201705/111028.html
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
The Summer I Was Chosen by a Northern Mockingbird
During the long, suspended days of the pandemic, a wild mockingbird began visiting my driveway and chose me, again and again. What started as a strange encounter became a brief, meaningful connection that I still carry with me.
By Erica Roberts 7 days ago in Petlife
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.