In a green field, all alone,
Where the wind whispers, unknown,
Stands a dandelion so small,
'Neath a bright sky, like a colorful shawl.
Its yellow head nods, so light,
To the breeze, it takes flight,
Petals spin through the air,
Like leaves in fall, beyond compare.
In that silent moment so deep,
I stand there, starting to weep,
In awe of the beauty I see,
Amidst chaos, it sets my heart free.
For in this world's endless fight,
There's a whisper of love and light,
Tears fall like drops of rain,
Ink stains, expressing the pain.
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The Sound of Silence
Não FicçãoHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
