In quiet moments, sorrow speaks,
A language soft that gently peaks.
I search for words, but none appear,
In every breath, I taste the fear.
The silence wraps me in its grip,
A heavy cloak, a sinking ship.
I long for voices to break the dark,
But find instead a fading spark.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PuisiWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
