That's when you feel the disturbance
The sting on a numb surface
The noise in a pregnant silence
And the white speck on a pitch black.
The turmoil in calmness
A stone casted on a serene sea
The ripples run to tens of circles
Until it caused havoc to its tranquility.
Restoring the silence from squall
Tracing paints on cracks
Hiding the gaps of twinge
But it will never ever be the same.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
