He never wanted to be found
Hidden among spanning pearly landscapes
Almost between the clouds.
Northern lights and falling 'flakes
A distant animalistic lament
Echoing in the moon-bright sky
Like a melody of discorded heartaches.
Longing for something alien:
An emotion he grew without
Into a marble-sculpted man
hollow inside.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
