well i'm poetic by nature

a bard of sorts

words play at my heartstrings

produceing chords


i find serenity in solitude

solace in society

happiness in meaning

meaningfulness in piety


life to me is an echoed sound

reverbrating off these hollowed husks

filling each moment with conscious renown

till each new moment turns to dust


there's under appreciation in conversations we fail to conserve

those that lay dormant, never voiced and never to be heard

i suppose at my most, i'm whom i've come to be

 every moment, non-existent conversation, and instant that set me free

This poem is about: 
Our world


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