Cruel is the silence after.
the love goes.
The nights when the
breeze

freezes and the frogs
lose their croak.

Silence like the stillness
  of a child's bare footed
  climb into our bed.

Midnight is the silence
     after the rain goes.

I touch the silence with
      my mind.  I map the
      road  to a

tomorrow I don't want,
never asked for.  

The place is quiet.
      There was a stop
       a ways back.

You left me by the Willow.
       I couldn't call your name

You left me by the sand dune.
       and when I looked back

you never saw me

again.


Caroline Shank
11.03.2024

.raining.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

Before it's too late !
Fight,fight,fight...if you want to,
We don't need to fight,
Cause,when life is short,
Their is no place for war,

But,if you really need to fight,
Don't think you'll survive,
Cause,when time is out,
It's too late to say,

I LOVE YOU !

The wildflower liked being in the wild.
Flourishing in silent peace while dancing in the wind.
Like a rose in the vineyard.

He watched the rose but
didn’t pluck her.
She didn’t belong to him.

His heart full of love.



Shell ✨🐚