A nothingness in things.
What an irony.
A thought leads to one
Another flow of streams.
She sits there alone;
stones hear her silence sing.
And a dull grey black
is something inviting.
The only sparkle
was seen in her tear brimming eyes.
And the only marvel
is how she never yet cries.
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The Results of Existence
PoetryPeople. Society. Love. And goodbyes. A collection of poems and short descriptions about the musings and thoughts that run deep into the little things in life often ignored, along with some strong emotions felt but unexpressed.
