The crouching murmur fills the air,
An echo hisses within the walls,
A lady weeps underneath the blanket of darkness.
Protected by its secretiveness,
The crying continues.
Hours and seconds,
Misery corrupts the wave,
And an absolute stillness takes control.
She stops,
Notices the indifference
The scene then is a blend of both,
Crying and silence,
Once again
A lady weeps underneath the blanket of darkness.
Protected by its secretiveness,
The crying continues.
Hours and seconds,
Misery corrupts the wave,
And an absolute stillness takes control.
She stops,
Notices the indifference
The scene then is a blend of both,
Crying and silence,
Once again
Note: You've probably noticed how short and simple this poem is (if it can be described as one) After all, this is my second attempt in poetry after Isolated Soul.
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Beautiful :')!
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