Silent signs have passed me by,
Whispers like a distant sigh,
Three, all sharing one small thing,
Now the signs begin to sing
One with gold and fire bright,
One appearing black and white,
One remaining out of sight,
Three things tell of a single night
I felt a pull through all my days,
Spectated by a watchful gaze,
Of no importance, these things seemed,
They led me to a talk of dreams,
A talk of dreams in one itself,
As though selected from a shelf,
In stillness there before my eyes,
In motion as feelings rise,
In seconds all is clear to see,
Connection in these things of three,
From deep within the heart of me,
I know now where I'm meant to be
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Author:
J.G (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I doubt people can necessarily relate, just came up with it. Very little structure to it but I threw it together and realised I hadn't uploaded anything on here for a while, so here I am :)
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Comments2
That was incredible bravo thanks for sharing
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it, I wasn't sure if people would.
Thanks for sharing!
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