Do people know what I mean
When I say these things?
My words may dance like butterflies,
But do they reach their listeners' bountiful eyes?
I spin my thoughts like the softest of thread,
A tapestry of ideas that I spread,
But do they weave a story true,
Or just a mangled web askew?
I pour my heart out in every verse,
Hoping my feelings won't disperse,
But do they touch someone's soul,
Or just fade away to nothingness?
So I wonder, do people really know,
The depths of my words, the highs, and lows?
Or do they just skim the surface light,
And miss the reality of what I write.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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