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Art of Silence
there is an art to
s i l e n c e,
a beauty in its presence,
when a natural choice
from the fragility of
b u t t e r f l i e s,
to the majesty of sun kissed petals
an affinity with sparkling stars,
a kinship with the
mysterious moon
sometimes
solitude
is a sanctuary of serenity,
a delicacy of desires and dreams,
elegantly expressed through words
yet there is tragedy in it's creativity,
when free will is
s t i r r e d
in a
cauldron of hurt
in the
manifestation of misery
a mute tongue is a slave to
s i l e n c e,
coerced through a nightmare of
NOISE
in the crisis of sound,
satan serenades with your sanity
in his playground of instability
Deafening s i l e n c e
is an illness,
a curse without a remedy
in the stillness of suffering
we can hear a heart breaking
crackling,
bleeding -
s u f f o c a t i n g
in death's doorway of destinies,
time is a speechless nemesis,
a reminder that fate has no
v o i c e
but in a
microcosm of metaphors
there is a province of poetic perception -
when we are s i l e n t
we still have our
words.
Copyright ©
Silent One
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