An evocative poem, by Saanj, exclusively for Different Truths.
Quiet nights like these,
Moistened eyes closed,
Moonbeams on my face,
Thoughts on a random flow.
No time to make amends,
The heart a lonely shore,
Stars too far out of reach,
Holding out for something more.
Seeking my way around,
The darkness, a quieter shroud.
A vacuum so big, the silence,
The clock, suddenly so loud.
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Wonderful writing.
Thanks Sangiii
Love the play of words. You have woven the words together beautifully to bring out the emotions behind the poem.
Play of words .. Interwoven beautifully to bring out the depth of emotions.. Made a wonderful read.