A Language of its Own

Sometimes sadness simply
But, it isn’t mine
isn’t yours

just a feeling that sweeps
with ease across
my souls earthly vibration.

Even though I fall
…I rise
Having learned another lesson
stand in awe of all the living
colours my eyes had failed
to see when open.

A backward glance once left me
in love among the stars and moon
where secrets of our hearts poured forth
without the need of omission.

inner battles raged, fought
and won

I find my serene
in quiet times
of splendid isolation where
silence speaks a language
of its own.


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Poetry Pantry #66