Silencio
chiseled by the mood,
my tongue stand stood
no words are made;
silence moved to invade
time passed by
but the clock seemed to die
hovering this duration
killing my population
motionless, with a crippling posture
''..still alive.'' for that Im sure.
only my murmuring brain is active
anatomy tells, it works as passive
as the lake rest waveless
a stone was thrown aimless
the latter woke the creature within-
sending a familiar feeling
slowly the tide came in
life begun with a sudden whim;
a comrade had been visible;
and eagerness start with the usual babble.
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