A treasure that’s filled with coal,
An apple sweet that claims its toll.
Ancient as time, yet fresh and near,
A fleeting moment to soon be here.
A bucket full of quiet lies,
A single star in endless skies.
A grain of sand in oceans wide,
A dream that drifts with morning’s tide.
A whispered cry, a silent plea,
A broken heart that’s wild and free.
A promise bright, now lost somehow...
Why?
Note: I tried a different why of writing, so I'd appreciate it if you could tell me how you understand this poem if you even understandit that is.
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When the silence speaks (a collection of poems)
PoesiaA collection of all the poems I've written, and I'll be adding more;) •Most may be depressing, but dw I'm fine! •Pls feel free to comment your opinion, I need to know how I did!! Enjoy~
