Oh silence,
mother of imagination.
Even though you're crystal clear,
You inspire all the nations,
But when the music starts,
It flutters in the hearts,
Sound elegantly draws,
Colors onto walls,
Music makes the world more beautiful,
Only when it stops,
The silence becomes pityful.
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poems I wrote before falling asleep
PoesíaFirst things first: I hope you enjoy the poems ♥ +few of my homemade illustrations poems I wrote before falling asleep are poems I actually wrote before falling asleep while the words were clouding my brain, maybe it's because the lack of sleep I h...
