Silence is that bastion, where my ears hide
behind,
Where hearing is lurking, in deep fathoms of
my mind,
Silence is that place, where my tiptoe passes
through,
Softly barefooted, without its horrid
hard-heeled shoe,
Silence is the breath, that never seems to
find its voice,
That tiny little thought, that does not ever
have a choice,
Silence passes by, upon the dream, the
whisper & soft sigh,
Never questioning all reasons, nor ever
asking of life, why?
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