A void of darkness,
With whispers of kindness,
Where nights are still and quiet,
Yet days feel just right.
In streets of bustling crowds,
A lonely soul cries out loud.
A world in perfect balance,
Yet people numb to its silence.
Loving the gentle drops of rain,
Still yearning for the sun's warm reign.
Hurting with every connection,
Yet unafraid of the mirrored reflection.
The journey was never easy,
Amidst a crowd so cold and greedy.
Laughter filled the path with light,
Yet darkness always held the night.
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Whisper in the echoes of rain
PoetryThese poems are an exploration of the quiet moments that often go unnoticed. They delve into the emotions that linger in the shadows, the thoughts that echo in silence, and the feelings that are often left unspoken. Each verse captures a fragment of...
