The woods splintered under the spell of the moon
Stirring a silver dream in the verdant Earth
Drifting the shadows of the windswept leaves
Leaving footprints on the frosty grass
Tucking the wild into its embrace
And curling the time,
in the ripples of the sylvan pond to rest.-
Part time poet.
Microtale scribbler.
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It's lingering quietly in the soul,
the heart is sinking in the silence
filled with noises
of the unspoken words.
And in this silence, a storm is brewing,
a whirlwind that rages within, unseen!-
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Called for warmth, but none arrived
Oath of winter still survived
Liar is the wind that promised spring
Daisies yearn for the sun to sing.-
There's a void in my life.
There's something..
There's always something missing.
I keep looking for treasures
in the ruins of the past,
and when I get tired,
I burn to live for the future.
Wouldn't it have been simple
if I could just borrow
a handful of happiness
in the present?
Wouldn't it be simple
to leave the void,
creating space to breathe,
to live, to love?-
The moon wore
Serenity of the night
And whispered
The tales of hope
To the somber forest.
The shadows danced
Under the milky glow
As the ancient stars
Hymn the celestial lullaby.
And every rustle
Is a whispered dream
Cradled by the night's
Until the dawn
Kisses the
Earth awake.-
I bury my fears in the roots,
In a hope to harvest love
When it's cold,
To fill me with warmth
And show me the magic
Of the dauntless courage.-
The leaves are changing, and so am I.
A part of me is ready to fall away,
To be carried by the winds to the unknown.
Though it leaves a void,
It also creates space,
For another beautiful part of me to grow.
A chance to embrace the rhythm of life,
An invitation to be a fearless lover,
An opportunity to be wild,
And a moment to be kind!!-
There goes my heart
Falling spiritlessly to the ground.
There must be something
In the Autumn's air.-
My melancholy sat in silence,
And watched me burn
Into oblivion.
I didn't have to watch the flame
To know it's Gold.-