Silence

by katepup11

October 5, 2017

I stand in empty space

The light breaks through the white ceiling

And showers me with warmth

The soft earth finds it’s way

Between my toes

And beckons me to sink closer

The world is silent

Except for the call of the birds that sing

My name

I sweetly reply to

Their harmonious melody

I smile

And taste the fresh air and green grass

As it tenderly kisses my soft lips

The world is silent

And I am the only

Witness

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hitalot879Oct 5, 2017

it reminds me of a painter that takes out a blank canvas. In it he uses all sorts of paint to demonstrate his love for his craft. Colorization throughout his experience leaving the outcome to his adoring fans. Such as rapping or poetry same illustration is initiated to demonstrate the glory of his craft