Comfort in Silence

Sun, 07/08/2018 - 02:21 -- kylietm

As my fingers play a waltz with paper and pencil

Mind and thought collide into a form of unplayed rhythm

In a cantabile like form of expression

Of simple thoughts

Surrounded by nothing but familiarity and comfort

Painting oranges without paint

Growing a tree without seeds

Only the waltz is vivid

Yet these surroundings still thrive in thought

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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