You call silences
deafening - how cliché.
Give me
silent voids,
in which I forget
the silence is void
and I'm not there.
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
Thơ caThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
47 | Silent voids
You call silences
deafening - how cliché.
Give me
silent voids,
in which I forget
the silence is void
and I'm not there.
