As I grew
hearing peoples pain
Is like a familiar song to my own grief
While their crying
into my shoulders reach
I hear their yelling screech
Intertwined within 2 hearts, at least
Combine into a
Twist of Rustling leaves
Feeling the same grief they feel
As an understanding tree
Holding out its branches
To wipe its tears
Of a child's dream
YOU ARE READING
The Writer's World Shall Continue
PoezjaThis is part 2 of one of my books called "The Writer's World". I hope you will enjoy continuing reading my passion for writing such words that I love to feel and write upon. ✍️ As I said, this is my part 2 of my continuing history of my poems throu...
