I walk alone among the red roses that grow untamed,
their petals holding secrets only I can hear.
The night leans close to me,
whispering reminders of who I am.
I seek no company; the darkness understands me.
Every shadow that brushes past feels like an ancient story,
and I answer with my silence,
beautiful, solitary, and eternal,
a red sigh that refuses to fade.
New Girl Dark
Poetry & Shadows
Traveler of shadows, I write words that whisper secrets of the night. More on Tumblr: tumblr.com/newgirldark
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NewGirlDark (Seudónimo) (
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- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: "Among shadows and whispers, I find my voice; the night watches me, and I burn in silence."
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Friend,
This is a beautifully introspective and haunting piece. Your words evoke a sense of quiet strength—solitude not as loneliness, but as sacred communion with the unseen. The imagery of untamed roses and whispered shadows paints a world where silence speaks volumes, and identity is rooted in something deep, eternal, and poetic. A red sigh, indeed—soft, defiant, unforgettable.
Thank you for writing,
-LOURDES
Poets we are indeed...
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