Wednesday, October 16, 2024

QUIETNESS

 


The atmosphere smell still

The breeze becomes cold

The four cardinal point

Invaded my being


The sea cease to flow

The night invaded the day

Confusion surface

Everything seems unrevived 


I am left in the world of quietness

where peace reign

The journey was lonely and scary

The fate choose it


I am the driver

I am the passenger

Looking all corner for myself

I argue with my able self

It is what fate assigned 


The quietness feels good and radiant

The gentility of the day and night

Tell it all

Though the journey seems lonely

It is a compulsory journey for all 


© ONEIRIC

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