Precious Silence Poem by Marketa Richnavska

Precious Silence



My soul
does not moan
anymore.
It purrs
covered in furs
nestling.
No cries
nobody dies
or fights.
She just lies
and smiles.
Satisfied satisfies.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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this poem is a continuation for the one called 'Lust' :)
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