Silence;
Turning to dust in the gentle breeze.
Anger subsides
And the turquoise sea drags us down.
Through our ethereal existence,
We listen.
Through our heart’s mind,
We feel.
All we hear is the wind,
And all we feel...
All we feel is our silent suffocation.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
Silence;
Turning to dust in the gentle breeze.
Anger subsides
And the turquoise sea drags us down.
Through our ethereal existence,
We listen.
Through our heart’s mind,
We feel.
All we hear is the wind,
And all we feel...
All we feel is our silent suffocation.
I needed to write so I wrote.
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