
Just like a bridge
And the placid unfresh underwater
Your heart goes still
Your teal fades into grey
I’m fishing for the coward
Version of me
So to reveal to you the lighthouse
Faraway from here in the neptune
Folklores about the darkness
But in the daylight
As you are a craven like me
We make a perfect saturation
The vague distant woods
Can’t see themselves in the lakewater
I can’t, the truth
Feigning victim of the haze
Lake weeds twisting the boat
We are both doing very fairest
From reaching our hide
Playing fair, crumbling rules
In the dayspring
When it is unmoving
Just like a bridge
You and some fractions of me.
-SIMMI
Simmi writes poetry and prose mainly focused on sentiments, life, and nature. She’s an introvert and finds it hard to express herself, but feels writing helps her through it somehow.
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Simmi writes of the stillness and calm that reside within. The world is a tempest and the rage and chaos gradually seep in taking the best of us and leaving us worn and withered. These lovely words should be enough influence to disconnect and discover the inner peace and quiet.
Congratulations Simmi!
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what a lovely poem
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This is gorgeous. The language here is so beautiful
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