Gliding whispers,
The cloudy surface of a pond,
A raging hurricane, contained in a bottle, suspended
In space, amidst the stars.
These are the whispers of my heart.
Stare into the eyes, shimmering
With stories of sadness, long kept within,
A bucket, drawn up a well -
The bucket half full and the well half empty.
These are the whispers of my heart.
Down, down, through the layers of protection, to the
Raging core, and now passion is revealed,
Molten flames licking at each other,
Never too dangerous, never too tame.
These are the whispers of my heart.
Constructive Criticism is Always Welcome!
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i applaud from you more than 1 time only.much more..you are very young to think and write like that..you are very thoughful and a mind philosipher..great
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Welcome to Allpoetry
Is it not so easy to show what we are feeling in words, and yet the feelings are so strong they seem to suspend time and cross all space...
Beautifully displayed in this poem
Faerie
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And thanks for another comment!
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