Poems from quietwhispersinthewind
the words written on a page
are symbols strewn about
destined one day to fade
and disappear without a sound
perhaps no one will read these...
I wonder what I am
What I may be
What I will become
What I may cease to know
What I may cease to love
Is there oblivion in the distance...
Sometimes I feel as if I am transparent, my vulnerabilities and fears tattooed across my body, worry and wonder worry and wonder until my...
we humans are built so frail, our stay so short in this corporeal world, yet we deem ourselves some great importance, superior to all and...
what is the nature of love, to observe a person that encaptivates u, to gaze at the most complimentary qualities of a person, and...