Maybe you should
Push to the surface
It is a better place
There the sun shines
And flowers blossom
Even it's darkness is different
It has the moon
that illuminates your path
And stars to show you
where to go
There you'll have room
to grow
There your open eyes won't be blind
Life in all its forms is what you'll find
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
