Its annoying, indeed,
When you have to explain,
The reason to your every action.
I am on the path of my life,
That's meant for me,
Going in the right direction.
Even though nobody gets,
why is it the right path
But I know my path
That I am supposed to walk on.
That is unique to me,
And me only.
I want my soul to rest,
And find people,
Who speak my language,
Without having to say it out loud.
We communicate through silence,
Sit in each other's company,
Without uttering a single word,
And yet feel what they are feeling.
Content with the other's presence,
Understanding emotions,
Not with words,
But by the language my soul speaks.
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Sunsets With Riya
PoetryUnlock the secrets of the soul and dance through the pages of my chapbook, where every word is a heartbeat and every line a whisper of magic.
