listen to it closely, for it is not a perfect pair of ears,
but a keen heart that hears;
a lighting of the morals, a whisper of beliefs, an echo of the past
a curling of an autumn leaf, a twinkle of a silver star, a soundless blast
a silent stream, slithering under the watchful gaze of the moon, too short to last
and if you hear this call of the soul, you know your heart is whole...
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©AmaliaAbbar301118
Winner of PoetsPub Poet of the Year Contest 2018
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Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
