There is that silvery greyness
The luridness of the moonlight
The whispers of smooth wind
The suddenness of incessant chirping,
A choir of crickets?
A soft step,
A silent sigh,
The overbearing beauty of abrupt silence,
Then the moon gets clouded,
And I just sigh.
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SILENT MUSINGS AND DAYDREAMS
PoetryA short collection of poems, thoughts and fantasies. most of us have them, voicing them, or rather putting them down on paper for the whole world to read becomes a daunting task. But Hey, It might just be that we all have them, only in different ver...
