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Silence
Silence
Sound without noise abound
Only its hiss are all around
Revelation of pure thought in spark
A chance of a sort
in the silence like dark
A space to fill
And sound an interlude, noise
If you so do will
Gone are companies sorely wasted
lone one avast a friend become
Isolation to words in my head
Equates silence to being dead.
Copyright ©
Nico Van Eeden
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