She is not the sound that rings,
but the one that reverberates.
Not the tinkling of wind chimes,
but the final sound of the closing gates.
Not the fire that breaks down a house,
but the ice that lulls it back to sleep.
But the deepest, darkest silence from
a secret you were never destined to keep.
Not the soft patterns in sand,
but the deep cracks in stone.
Not the simple carvings of wood,
but the toil of a diamond that shone.
She is not summoned by the call of wind,
nor by the destiny of graves.
But by the swirl of ink
and the peril of the maze!
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A Geek's Musings
PoetryJust about some poetry about an introvert trying to find her footing in life and despite her shy nature, she is still striving to write some poetry.. Also all the pictures are from pinterest!! Beautiful as they may be, they are not mine..
