The soft cries of an owl,
hunting late at night.
It's nocturnal urges,
letting it hunt without much light.
The soft cries of a child,
who's in desperate need
of a change of clothes or maybe food,
it's cries are hard to read.
The soft cries of a dove,
calling in the morning.
For it needs to announce,
whether or not the rain is pouring.
All the soft cries
circling about in the world.
Unheard of to most,
but maybe one day,
the cry of the earth with finally be heard.
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☁️ Poetry from the stars in my eyes and the constellations in my thoughts ☁️
PoetryA compilation of poems created by yours truly! Some are peaceful while others are more angsty, so feel free to pick and choose which you want to read! Trigger warnings will be mentioned before the poem. #1 in #freepoetry 3/7/24 #2 in #poemsoflife 3...
