As falling stars dance with northern lights
Silence of a soul weighs in the deep
Like a banshee, it cries
Echoes from past's ghost haunting sights
A key is given to unlock pain's keep
Midnight opens up reverting in goodbyes
A hand ever reaching takes hold
Beauty blossoms in arms of the bold
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Poems of the soul
PoetryThe Freedom Awards 3rd Place!! There are different thoughts swimming in my head that can be hard to voice. I find writing them in a fluent form helps my inner soul.
