The moon is my silent lover,
Perched by my window each night,
Uttering not a single word,
Yet gazing at me in profound silence.
I await each evening with longing,
For in his departure,
I find that his quiet presence
Has healed the depths of my soul.
Nafs penxx
YOU ARE READING
underneath her spoken words
PoetryUnderneath her spoken words There are stories to be told, voices unrevealed, pain hidden, feelings unspoken, underneath her spoken words There are alot more than just spoken words.
