When the winds of silence
blow blatantly,
And, you can here a leaf weep;
Listen to me.
The world shall put me in square,
telling you things of greek.
Look at me so I know,
you know my state so weak.
Perplexed when I shall ever sound,
finding depths in shallow seas;
Look with me so I know,
it's time to anchor my pleas.
You form the white of my dreams,
and I sail in improbable realms.
With eyes void of numb, incomplete,
the inners of me plead, bleed;
Hold me in sense 'n sensibility.
When I reach the pinnacles of losing it all,
falling into the umbra unknown;
Pull me back and I promise to speak,
only if you listen to me!
- Simar
(January, 2018)
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