Lost Ones
Heart
A barren landscape
Of windswept ice
Frozen over, hardened
Waiting for the sunlight
Of a smile
Soul
A black hole
An empty unknown
A vortex of blackness
Waiting for the stillness
Of peace
Mind
A swirl of leaves
An autumn landscape
Of colourful confusion
Waiting for the wisdom
Of heart and soul
A barren landscape
Of windswept ice
Frozen over, hardened
Waiting for the sunlight
Of a smile
Soul
A black hole
An empty unknown
A vortex of blackness
Waiting for the stillness
Of peace
Mind
A swirl of leaves
An autumn landscape
Of colourful confusion
Waiting for the wisdom
Of heart and soul
posted by earthkissed | 10:38 pm
4 Comments:
That is very beautiful prose
marvin, that is not prose - it has metrical structure. it's good poetry. :)
It turns out I still learn something new every day :) and yes, it is damn good, beautiful poetry.
You're both too sweet
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