Silence speaks,
Of the lonely depths of the worn heart,
Unattended, unloved,
Searching wildly,
To cling on to something,
False or true,
Kind or harsh,
To come back to the old self,
Lost somewhere among the stars.
Dancing through nebulae,
Weeping past black holes,
Trying to glow in light,
But black and dismal otherwise,
This mundane state of a passive soul,
Floating among the grottoes of maladies,
Suddenly in the thicket finds a glimmer,
A faint glimmer that gently turns blinding white,
Glistening to mar all that darkness,
And lovingly bring back the lost happiness.
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Muses
PoetryHere's a compilation of poems for you to enjoy. You'll find a mèlange of emotions here. Some sweet, some bitter. But at the end, you'll find yourself lost in the music of words, the rhythm of stanzas and the enchanting world of poetry.
