a sound nourished from mouth to ear—
echoes of affirmations i wish you would hear.
solitude in me which only you can find
without seeing me go blind.
encores of dull senses gathered in plight
with a sight i cannot see.
a silhouette covered in white light—
muted screams of happiness in glee.
an ear to an eye, an eye to an ear
December, 2022
von f.
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
