Do you hear it?
The loud rustling of a waterfall
Water flying
Until it meets a rock
Only to fly down even faster
The sound of motion
Birds whizzing past
The wind howling
The world wanting to be heard
And you
in the middle of it all,
only a small piece of this world,
yet all I need.
YOU ARE READING
What I've Never Told You ✔
Poetry❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
