The wind calls for a companion
Singing in orchestrated tune
Luring and spewing irresistible charm
You feel no pain afterwards.
The moon summons the tide
So that seas rush to the shore
To make love with the stubborn sand
And take it engaged to the ocean floor.
And the owl hoots like a bitch
Calls attention in persistence
The night is young, is it not?
Go forth and marry the wind!
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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...
