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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The silence of this place, this spot where I find myself hiding, is all around me. Denial of the sky becomes my position as I trap the bubbles of rare soil in my heart. I stop the doubt by creating a new dwelling where I shall hide away in my dreams. The silence keeps me company in the ever growing growl of early surrender. The winds of change flip around me, for they cannot reach me in my sorrowful abode. I am counting the minutes until I can safely reach distance with my wavering breast of trust. I cry out but the silence is too fulfilling, nothing shall be heard ever more from my lips by any other living organism. Trusting only myself I force my mind to concentrate on what needs to be growing and the flowing of the wind does not tamper with my view. I am immersed in this place. I am trapped by my own decision, which creates a bond with bared heart. I am drifting through frosted lawns where the grass has been sown but as yet is not growing. My flavoured tongue whispers in the pulsating glare of brightly burning wood which I had collected to start a fire. The flames entertain and I wonder how much longer I shall have to stay here in this hiding place where silence is the master of all that I am. Gazing pass myself I can only imagine the cloak of fog that will surround me as I barricade the doors of my vision. I am what I am; I am what I was. My question is "will I truly ever be what I must be?" Silence. Hope. Words of revival. These sounds must be firm. These pockets of helpless clouds must be lifted. I sigh. The sunlight is blinding me.
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