Try sitting without your phone,
keep your voice quietly silently heard.
Listen to her heartbeat and find her tone,
still beautiful though her sight is blurred.
Dependent on where your thoughts go,
you may feel her gentle warming breath.
The path as a species we head toward to know,
choking this beauty to her coming death.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2026 06:10
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Comments1
Although it seems directly personal this poem can well be taken as metaphoric about the species as well. Nicely done
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