A solitary tree in mist and fog
Holding my breath under the
Pale light of a pallid moon.
The beauty often of a vivid rose
Requires nothing else...
Give me discord and I will vanish,
But I exist in dark and light both.
I am reflective of the timid and the shy
As empty as an unwritten book,
I'm stillness on feathers of knowledge.
Some consider me a fright
Evoking a sense of needless despair.
Attempt to flee,
But escape is possible;
Free from chaos and confusion and Disorder
I float on clouds of tranquility
Shrinking away from the shout of my name...
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Answer: Silence.
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Musings: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryPoetry and prose for the poets out there eager to get their helpings of more and more of the written page...because there is never enough ink to satisfy the soul.
