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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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