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Poetry by Silence

Shapes

circles, triangles and sqaures
all the same their shapes
they all though different
have the same
a vicious circle
neverending chain
you cannot escape for
no opening you find
for in their shapes
forever you are confined

Tears

oh how sadness engulfs me
my infinite cry
i nside are tears of sorrow
forever i breathe a sigh
tears are not real
for no evidence outside
i bear
the wind echoes my sadness
the rain are my tears
the clouds are my cover
they have been for years

could i not be the wind?
could i not be the clouds?
could i not be the sun?
these elements cannot be touched
they have many powers

 

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