Somehow the wind passes by,
to bring soft whispers
into the deep floor
of the mountain stream
where you lay
in stillness...
in solitude...
Frantic cries atop towering trees,
footsteps in hollow caves,
it is not the voice, my love;
only if you would listen,
only then will my hoarse shouts cease
as they have always been
unheard...
rejected...
The message that flows from my lips
surpass tolling bells,
nor does it take refuge
on stormy winter nights;
hoping, wishing
that the icy mountain stream
would bring me by your side--
then, only then will I lay
in stillness...
in solitude...
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My Heart, My Sanctuary
PoetryDeep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08...
