The hymn in the head,
It thinks as it is hm,
And the pool appears,
It is a reflection of purity,
It states the flowing words,
Onto my forehead,
And it absorbs, thinking it's mine,
But the hymn in it,
It feels as if it is hm,
The process is to calm down,
And read them that present,
And they greet before their depart,
They smile, knowing all is great,
Happily ever after, only in the hymn,
But it is not what you think it is.
YOU ARE READING
A Deaf Writer's Random Words: Silence Unleashed
Poetry"A Deaf Writer's Random Words: Silence Unleashed" is a journey that encourages readers to embrace the Deaf Writer's mind within the randomness of life's words, expressing that even in silence, a profound mind can be interesting, and the voice of the...
