The Feeling Of Peace.
- LETTURE 23
- Voti 6
- Parti 4
Peace, oh peace,
I wonder how it feels,
I wonder if it flees,
I wonder about its pleas,
Do you wonder as much as me?
Oh read, oh read,
But not too deep-
This tale is stitched with secrets you might keep.
A touch too close, and it may bite,
For even beauty fears the light.
Oh stay, oh stay,
If silence doesn't drag you away.
The pages breathe, the ink is warm,
Not every heart survives the storm.
Oh weep, oh weep,
For what you'll find, you cannot keep.
A soul once torn may never mend,
This isn't fiction-it's the end.
Oh love, oh love,
Do you dare call this above?
A tragedy, a requiem, a scream in bloom-
Step inside.
There's always room.
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Contains sensitive content.
Readers should be over the age of 16.
The warning have been seen,
So you shall now proceed.
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