#Silence #UnderstandingWords
Sun rising the dawn Whispers into my ear, I’m here for you. Water, rushing into my hands, Murmurs,
Tormented soul seeds turmoil. One with storm in the heart Brings rain. You forced Death’s hand. He is a gentle taker,
The grass has grown and dried. Children have grown and sprouted w… My auburn head turned to gray. Dreams have flown away Many seasons ago.
you talk of being addicted to the… that is a dangerous place you walk on the precipice soon you will not care and make a… across the canyon
Kiss the diseased petals of my lip… And say Goodbye, This fairy tale is over. My consciousness fades, Delirium fog is drawing the curtai…
How thin a page, Its substance weightless, Yet, gathered in scores They weigh a book. How quick a day,
You come with the sunrise to worsh… Disturbing my sanctuary of dreams. Like a beggar on the steps of Hou… You stay at my feet, Soul hungry for sustenance
Unicorns still do exist They are not born, or seen in thei… No one has met a star-white, one h… In this age they are being sent fr… ©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2014
Pale turquoise-gray sea Lamenting departure that happened… Pale-gray sadness of sky Can’t stop its monotonous song Echoed in the void
My consciousness But a tiny speck of light Drifting through eons. I am the dust Of a yet unborn star,
The thinnest of threads, made of s… Runs from my heart to yours. Frail and delicate, as it’s nature It’s beauty unparalleled. For it is connecting your soul to…
Tell me what you know of Love. Is she a mirthful girl of ten In a flowery skirt, With eyes of sky blue bright? Her sun bleached hair
Her life was not a poem But the nails that hold a house to… Her young years are shrouded in my… There are no old faded photographs Of a young beautiful face,
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Nature’s poetry in motion Performed in hoofbeats of a gallop… Prancing, dancing horse. But so fleeting is the rhythm, the… Our human eye cannot discern