verses in a poem
When the silence pervades the gloom
The stillness morphes into eternity
A voice beckons..the echo resonating
The being, the soul, the spirit.
It is not the end of the world
Just a harbinger of the same
The wait’s just about to end.
Of a new beginning being made.
The stillness morphes into eternity
A voice beckons..the echo resonating
The being, the soul, the spirit.
It is not the end of the world
Just a harbinger of the same
The wait’s just about to end.
Of a new beginning being made.