The silence is defeaning
Like a hooting owl
The forest is calling
To feel the embrace of the moon.
To bathe the gush of starlights
The cloudless sky above
To feel the kissing wind
On your tear-stricken face.
Walking bare-foot
Connecting with the roots
Absorbing the power
Beneath the inner core.
Defying the cry of wolf
Denying the moon's call
To fall is not an option
To love is to face the wall.
Believe there's another chance
Trust a soul in trance
But not tonight
Not with the moon's light.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
