Silent Days
There are silent days in all of us
That we hear the wind whistle softly
As if dreaming,
Longing for long lost days,
Whispering silent complaints,
Silent ones...
For there are silent days for you and me
Like two windows
Watching each other from afar,
Wondering for who’ll shut first,
Or open up,
Voiceless,
Like the air.
Copyright © John Rey Canon | Year Posted 2015
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