Listen,
To the sound of the waves crashing,
The birds chirping,
And the trees waving.
Listen,
To my heart beating
My untold secrets floating
And me fading.
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Emotions Of a Pen
Poetry"We will forever be friends, my pen and I." The mind and the heart pass it on to the pen and the pen tells their story, poetically, to the paper. The paper shares the story with the eyes of the one that owns the mind and heart then passes it on to t...
Listen
Listen,
To the sound of the waves crashing,
The birds chirping,
And the trees waving.
Listen,
To my heart beating
My untold secrets floating
And me fading.
