I hear them calling
in the white light
that whisper to me
a song that is golden and free.
They come in the darkness
and prove to the haughty;
they help the weak
and strengthen the meek.
The world can be filled
with joy and be real,
but where have they gone?
All I hear is silence and it feels so wrong.
There's an echo
of what used to be there
because I can still feel them when
I close my eyes to listen for their whim.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
