
This silence
As great as the age of an ocean
Now brim my teacup
And I; a droplet of delusion
Aimless upon the surface of ceaseless eternity,
Dare ask for a refill
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Author: TheHumanAnvil
I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.
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Fabulous poetry!
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Thank you 😊
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It’s a pleasure
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thought provoking.
Nice to meet you and thanks for the follow.
I’m now following you as well. Stay in touch! 🙏🌷
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Thank you and definitely 😊
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You’re so welcome! 🌷
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