The dusk descended once more
In oblivion, you sit still and alone
The darkness is your escape
From the world of heartaches.
The nightingale sang your song
Melancholy and in gloom
You closed your eyes
To embrace the doldrum.
The dawn appeared
And you opened your lids
And stretch those lips
Today you pull yourself from the deep.
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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...
