Without a sound, without a face;
I walk through the forest with grace;
Maybe a smile when I see them;
Maybe something else if I am at a different end.
A laughter when I dance with the wind;
Butterflies and faeries and birds along every stream,
It sparkles of purity and turns me witty;
Flowing in...the knowledge of truth and reality.
There comes the city;
Quiet at times except in times of festivity,
Yet, somewhere...it radiates a form of tranquility
within the moments of stillness of time...
and breaks when there is the taste of lime;
Life...step...steps...being more and more refine.
With Stillness,
J44
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Author:
Nafis Light (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I didn't post a poem for a few days and that means I didn't write a poem for about that long. In trying to get an inspiration, I channeled this one out.
- Category: Short story
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- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
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Comments2
Hello Joker44,
A beautiful and vivid write.
Sometimes when one is still in the moment enjoying and observing.
One can see everything.
Keep writing FineB
Fantastic work the break did you good!
Always appreciated
Much peace and respect
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