The father's sigh echoes in the silence,
Unspoken words like a muted lullaby hence.
Emotions wrestle within, confined and tight,
Love is profound but often hard to find, despite,
His gaze speaks volumes, a canvas of tales untold,
In an unspoken dance, affection prevails and unfolds.
Yet, in his heart, a tempest stirs,
Longing to voice the love that quietly spurs.
In small gestures, his love weaves,
A tapestry of care that silently conceives.
For in his actions, a language unspoken,
A father's love, though rarely outspoken.
Through stoic glances and tight embraces,
His love transcends the silence of the night's spaces.
A whispered promise in each tender gaze,
That love endures through life's intricate maze.
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Abigail Wanjiru
Exploring the shadows of the soul through verses that bleed ink. 🖋️ | Conjuring darkness into poetry | Embracing the beauty in the obscure | #DarkVerse 🔮✨"
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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This was so wonderful! Such a lovely poem!
Fantastic poem!