words create worlds
But listen- (The sound of movement, the pitch of highest wave) The frail sound of truth The noisiness of lies Sit in the silence of your soul then ask (In voiceless love, in nightly space) For suns to shine and moons to glow (Into the human mirrors of thyself) Into the light you are. Then
Rasping blades, the cruel savage wields without a word in a world of fearless anger. Birds still sing and fly and nest. Thank you, Free Verse Revolution! You can read the poem here: https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2019/11/01/around-daniela-marin/ Featured image from Pixabay
Worlds of Words 