Calling, their words are a harmonious call in which I can't fully grasp. Possibly due to my simplistic thinking? This I'm not positively certain, but I know they're trying to communicate something splendid;
They're stubborn and won't tell me; yet they continue to talk hastily. Some form of Morse code, I reckon...
Possibly they're discussing my demise, how I'll die?
How I'll one day fly?
The meaning of life?
This I'm not for certain, but I swear this chatting is true in the sense that it has a meaning far greater than our minds capacity; a meaning behind ourselves. -Yet I wish to know what they share; far up in those trees they bear- our uncivilized acts, tethering the day they'll tell their secrets;
until then, we'll wait another unknowing day, not knowing of what may.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoésieA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
