-QUIET MOON- [To: the one who knows it all.]
The night keeps changing,
The days keep mocking,
But the moon knows it all.
I know it does.
Because when the whole world
Is busy stabbing me,
Draining my blood, my soul,
It keeps quiet.
Hiding it comes to see me
Laying on my bed,
As I dream of the day
When I have collected
All the jigsaw pieces
And paint a me, smiling.
It comes quietly, pats my head,
Playing with my curls,
It sends me into a sleep, deeper.
And simply kisses my forehead
And quietly whispers
'I am with you throughout your darkness,
Don't worry you need not hide from me,
Ink it out, and I will read it... Quietly.'
And it does every night.
My moon hugs me through his moonlight
And sends me his warmest warmth.
It gifts me a spotlight
I know no one would.
It calms me,
Rejuvenates me as a whole.
It is the only one who hears me
And completes me,
Quietly.
-sk
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Espiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
