The wind is whistling against the window
Critters chirping and prey catching
Rain droplets giving life to flowers
Chimes heard in tones of soft speaking
There is a voice of familiarity
Somehow to be my own
Words of fortune, maybe dreams
All of it speaks different tones
There are shadows in the distance
It's dark inside, though it's bright
The voices creating a whirl of sounds
A battle of build and destroy in sight
A kind soul filled with purity
Hateful words target at reflections
The voice of darkness as well as hope
Leaving the person to question
The mind has a voice
Saying things of mixed emotion
Will it ever shut up?
Or forever live with commotion
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
