}}sleeping is a faint dream
in which the stars glowed faintly
but now they came down as comets
plummeting in my mind quietlyi often cry to the sound of rain
for the patters are eternal
and the water streams freely
like my tears but they're ephemeralbut these little things i swallow
make those dreams much more vivid
for i do not need to close my eyes
to visit the world i once lived in—-
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...