A breath of fresh air.
A moment for peace of mind.
A pair of two,
Trees define.
The sitting grass,
The stars unwind,
The tales of time.
Listening here,
Echoes heard,
Of love lost,
Once again found.
Within the self,
A million forms,
Never did one see,
The other within.
Until now,
As we awaken our kin.
It is here,
Where we see ourselves,
Full again.
YOU ARE READING
The Soul Speaks
PoetryPoetry written over time, from varying perspectives of the soul within. I speak, therefore I am. x.
