sawyer bob
Joined June 2023
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Meandering into a Tiny Nirvana
Night incessantly whispers by my ear, it's the rhythm of thought that has me singing the tunes of intense contemplation. In front of me are beautiful melodies, as if someone is Knockin' On Heaven's Door. It’s so quiet, as though draped with a shroud of rarefied silk. Who’s heartache is revealed in the subtle sighs seeping through the flickering night? I know it’s not my unexpressed boredom, because I need only the slightest joy to ferment this rampant sanctity.
By sawyer bob10 months ago in Poets