The forest was quiet that night. The moonlight softly filtering through the canopy. The cooling breeze shifting through and the silent sounds of insects down in the forest floor.
A voice pierced through the night. It was a soft lilting sound. A whisper to be truthful really.
I couldn't quite hear it. So, I shushed the insects and made them go away.
The voice repeated itself. But it still went unheard. I shifted the breeze away so that the leaved wouldn't rustle.
I still couldn't quite hear it. Angry, I tore away the trees and threw them aside.
Suddenly I could hear the voice clearly. I cried.
I broke down with only the moon as my company. Its light shining softly on my back.
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A Collection
PoetryJust a collection of thoughts that I think are worth to be shared. You could consider some as poetry. Disclaimer I do not see myself as a poet or someone who is good at writing. I just like doing in and I want to share it with others.
