Hopeless Hope
Dead silent at the start of the morning
Not even a grasshopper whistles
For what is there to make sound for?
Birds lacking their vocal tune
Bees flying without their buzz
The world is almost too quiet
Will it stay this quiet?
The world may grow again, finding its path
Bees buzzing with new energy
Birds humming their melody
For they've found something to live for
Not even the silence could bring us down forever
Dead no longer, music prevails.
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Heart & Soul Poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
