The whisper in the wind
the call in the storm
when i hear them
my heart is warmed
in every thought
and every mind
they seek the emotions
locked behind
the hardened doors made of stone
to bring about the hated pain
the dying calls
of the slain
they give me counsel
they give me joy
they give me words
that are coy
as loud as a lion
as silent as night
no other feeling
has felt so right
they sing like a bird
in the spring
and screech like falcons
who've taken wing
soft as a cloud
in the bright sky
but hard as a stone
that cannot die
the cries of life
and heralds of death
have helped me remember
the voices within
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Emotional poems
Thơ caThis poem is about, well everyone. Everyone that has ever felt trapped by their past, haunted by their future, or disgusted with their very present. That very instant we feel that, and see ourselves in the mirror is breathtaking. It's as though some...
