The sun is sleeping
Covered behind the quilt of clouds;
Quiet. Silent.
Buildings hide my view
Concrete jungles these;
Magnificient. Monsterous.
Trees call out the name
Overlooking their own world;
Majestic. Beautiful.
Blend is perfect but something amiss
Static trees. Static air. Nothing moves;
Lifeless. Stale.
What misses yet pierces through?
Soul contemplating nothingness;
Mute. Thirst.
2 comments:
solemn.....sighhhhh....
This is beautiful. Just like your soul. :) Thirst. It isnt a word. It is a feeling.
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