Oh silence who gently to my heart appeals!
And aggressively to my soul myself reveals
You who was granted no mouthpiece
But to all, answer release
Perhaps your unspoken nature is your voice
For you compell from men, the wisest choice
You uplift - inform - destroy
Perhaps you are the mouthpiece of all things
The melody on the universe's strings
YOU ARE READING
POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoetryPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
