In whispered sighs, the trees do weep,
Their branches bare, their secrets keep.
The river mourns in murmured flow,
Through barren fields, where dreams lie low.
The sky above, a canvas gray,
Holds tears of clouds, in disarray.
The sun retreats, its warmth withdrawn,
In somber silence, dusk is drawn.
The flowers bow, in wilted grace,
Their colors fade, without a trace.
The breeze laments, a mournful tune,
In nature's dirge, beneath the moon.
Yet in this sadness, beauty lies,
In nature's tears, beneath the skies.
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Midnight Ache
PoetryA collection of heartfelt poems written at midnight, when the mind gives control to the heart. A rollercoaster of emotions from love,sadness all the way to anger.
