For day 6, a pensive poem.
age, birthdays, death days
number games the world plays, ending
in nothingness
~~~
Nothing like one’s birthday to ponder over the ephemeral nature of life.
For day 6, a pensive poem.
age, birthdays, death days
number games the world plays, ending
in nothingness
~~~
Nothing like one’s birthday to ponder over the ephemeral nature of life.
On Day 5, I was silent, so had to write a poem on Silence.
The sound
of a heart breaking
is always silence.
Broken dreams
walk about with
footfalls of silence.
And yet, silence
also holds within its folds
pearls of hope.
Like shards of moonlight,
breaking through clouds
on the darkest night.
~~~