In a world overflowing with excruciating pain,
Many a soul wilts aimlessly, crying out in vain.
Glazed eyes stare longingly from the cavernous black hole
With misguided desires attempting to cajole.
The ghostly whispers only torment the poor soul.
Yet, the gentle breeze offers new life to the inane,
The joy-filled radiance burns away the mundane,
And the heart remembers that to trust is to gain.
2 comments:
What a breathtaking poem. A beautiful ending to a wonderful weekend.
I really like this poem.
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