Never in a mist of fog, the darkness of night and shining of moonlight,
Have the soul thought it could be walking alone,
The soul would be yearning but no one could hear it.
It was always a mere thought of being alone physically that could run chills down the spine...
Never it imagined it could be dealing far worse demon.
In the tornado of thoughts,
It could be embracing darknes,
Darkness instaneously escorted a peace and calmness inside the soul, difficult to know or speak about.
Until..
A ray of light illuminated by moonlight brighten the paths....
And showed a big cornerstone that laid on the path.....
Then it struck the soul
It was never darkness that brought peace and calmness,
It was mere ray of light illuminated by moonlight showing path in the mist of fog and darkness of night
That brought peace and calmness of NEVER FALLING....
The soul looked up...
Moon shining in the darkness radiating light to hundred and hundred of paths
ALONE...
That was what that beautiful soul needed for continuing this journey
ALONE....
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Laconic
Poesíalaconic- expressing much in few words. a collection of few of my own poems.