There is beauty in this silence,
An absolute transcendence,
Which engulfs me,
Into its huge aura.
There is silence in this beauty,
Which makes me want to wake up,
Every day and every night
to feel,
live,
love,
laugh,
rejoice.
There is an utter wilderness inside my head.
That grows in its own silent silence
That make me drunk without wine,
And brings a secret shine in my eyes.
A shine with such deep untold stories.
that long for lips,
and beautiful voices,
To spill them out
Raw and bare.
Silence creates them
and makes them who they are.
There is beauty in this silence,
In this silence there is beauty.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoésieIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
