I long for Still.
.
A quiet existence
That only lovers know
.
To Love in Silence
.
.
Tranquil
.
Pure.
.
Have you felt it?
When the noise fades away
The universe melts into dust
And we're all that's left
Two stars floating
Side-by-side
In heavenly silence
We shine brightest,
Together.
Effortlessly
.
Existing.
In celestial harmony
.
Infinite
.
.
Enduring.
About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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