the trees would speak of the countless tales told solely by the eyes of people
that stared at the moon for hours;
silent prayers and thoughts of hollowed hearts.
and the trees would coax you to whisper your own sorry story,
a magic used to make you fall apart.
but some ask,
when they look up at the sky:
will the moon remember every tragedy we whistle beneath its light,
or will it be the stars that write our stories in the sky?
and would you be brave enough to sit by a cliff,
and dream your worries into the root of a tree you lay upon;
rest your hand on the grass and relinquish your will to the dance between wind and nature?
as it chants in only a language it understands,
the story of us.
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Guys, guys! so okay I had a but of a dilemma when it came to publishing this poem. I was in between this one and another version (which was smaller, but more "elegant". Thanks theperfectphoenix ;)) But eventually decided this one because it's longer (and you guys deserve a longer poem since I rarely post).
Anyways, if you guys still want to read the other version please comment if you want to! Thank you for reading xx
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drown the stars
Poetry❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
