Her, Real Truth
She understands me wholly
When others can’t comprehend
She loves me unconditionally
Never does she pretend.
Gentle and soft spoken
She whispers silent words
Comforting and enchanting
Sweet melody of all birds.
In silence, I hear her mantra
In chaos, I run to her
In solitude, she’s my solace
My poetic literature.
And whilst greed and power try to take control
I listen solemnly to her, the voice of my soul ;
the place where I find my wisdom and youth ;
my only path to seek real truth.
23-06-2019
Copyright © Natasha Turner | Year Posted 2019
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