I've been thinking,
looking at the flowers,
the pages.
Feeling the love,
the darkness.
The sun on my skin,
burning.
The ink,
bleeding.
Listen!
The birds,
singing.
The wind,
howling.
The thoughts,
telling.
But what are they telling?
Silence,
deafening.
Are you, there?
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Author:
JRPoetic (Pseudonym) (
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