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When Silence Speaks
I languish in the cherished sounds
of winter’s chill and summer’s haze,
where memories of youth abounds
when silence speaks of bygone days.
I search the seasons, long since gone,
in reminiscence of a time
where memories still linger on
when silence speaks in verdant rhyme.
Each whisper, through the wind, redeems
those songs that I had sung before,
where memories instill my dreams
when silence speaks in rhythmic lore.
I sojourn through this mired abyss
in search of days from yesteryear
and as they vanish in the mist…
when silence speaks, they reappear.
Copyright ©
Mark Massey
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