Quilted feather, falling leaves,
So gentley tossed inside a breeze.
Flow like love and oceans waves,
Storms become the young and brave.
There is no eye between the stars,
Theres blackess, quiet noise a far.
For in that space is quietude.
And rest and peace and solitude.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Surreal this poem speaks of peace and solitude. Nicely done.
Enjoy your write
Ty for commenting. Makes my day better. 🙂
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