Where Beauty Lies
How quiet is it really when you start to listen to your soul?
By Emily DickersonPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Carlita Benazito on Unsplash
Everything is so loud in the silence
The beating of wings deafening
The child's voice roaring a song-scream
The wind in the Heavens thunderous
The turning of my pages cacophony
Even my breath is audible,
The beating of my heart a living tremble
The twittering of birds doubly loud
And wind chimes an entire orchestra alone
The garden is a bustling city
Leaves skittering like New York traffic
Across the concrete patio
Bees buzzing eat up the quiet
But the silence in my peaceful mind
Is absolute.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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