People who knew asked me the same question every time they saw silence and sadness within me. A question of asking how we are, which I find hard to answer.
A turn of faith, grappling the winding time. A change of heart, which the doubts kept telling me whenever beeps of tingling fear cries. A phase of winter, frozen from the icy mellow reality. Or maybe a misunderstanding of language, for we speak differently of our own, channeling every tongue to express our devotion to each one.
But I hope this isn't the sign, a dream I prayed for, begging willingly to be a sweet and true dream, never a silenced painful nightmare.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
