I sat in silence,
I saw nothing but a reflection of my thoughts;
I stayed there and watch my thought fill up the silence;
I could not look at the reflection,
For it hurt to look at it.
So I called to the darkness,
Because I do not want to see the reflection of my thought in the silence.
I sat in darkness,
I lay there; In a room which was once filled with silence and now darkness takes over it.
Why should I complain?
I was the one who asked for the darkness;
Perhaps I find solace in it.
Oh yes! Definitely; I did find comfort in the darkness.
Oh well! I can not complain.
At least, I won't see the reflection of my thoughts.
That is what I call peace.
So, Finally I close my eyes in the darkness as peace filled me up.
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A Lost Soul In A Garden Of Dead Flowers
Thơ cajust a girl expression of life in the form of poetry. A contemplation of life and people. a girl who sees beneath the surface and express it as art.
