Submissions by Lane
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 3:08am
16th Sep 2011 3:08am
Nothing at all
Torrid night
the world sleeping.
No moon up above,
no breeze carries music
the desert is charmed and quiet.
Here one can sit
and realize.
here one can sit
and mourn.
The loneliest sound
I have ever heard,
is nothing at all..
the world sleeping.
No moon up above,
no breeze carries music
the desert is charmed and quiet.
Here one can sit
and realize.
here one can sit
and mourn.
The loneliest sound
I have ever heard,
is nothing at all..
#loneliness
#rejection
#emptiness
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