goodnight yah all
pure hearts that burst of love
in defense
to a quiet man
who made silence his friend
to a girl, pulled
in different directions
by circumstances
not of her own makings
made harder by insolent
mouths and minds
that challenged
even the faithful and timid
by spitting foul accusations
and untruths
made silence seemed like
a dungeon to be escaped
but the spirit of humility reigned
pure hearts remained pure..
as melancholy embraced the soul
the light to a path yet unknown
like a beacon of hope is shown.
once again the string is pulled tighter
in love and light and laughter..
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A Musings
PoesíaA collection of my random thoughts written as they come to me.. in the form of poems or short stories. The Musings of a wandering soul..
