Poetry is the tumultuous silence,
For good
it's always there
that gulps down the tacenda,
ricocheting them amidst
kaleidoscope of reveries
each vocable as serene as a whisper,
Tenderly stringed within the umbra
of nightfalls,
gliding serendipitously
towards embosoming the horizon.
Don't you ponder?
Pixies are like poetries!
YOU ARE READING
•UNAVOWED TALES•
PoesíaHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
