Untitled
when our words fail,
the music speaks.
when silence is upon us,
art whispers a story.
what happens when all is quiet?
everything is just silent,
tranquillity is a dictator.
such a thing,
should not exist.
a name is not needed
for a tragedy such as this.
when all is quiet,
the best it can be called is:
"Untitled."
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