Treasure Island

Amir Amzah

(02/06/1984 / Singapore)

Beauty Of Silence


The beauty of silence is,
When there are no mistakes
The beauty of silence is,
When there is no time to hate
The beauty of silence is,
When there is nothing to explain
The beauty of silence is,
When there is no time to diminish in pain

Lust for every love
Dreams of entire reverie
Beget the pins & pains
Of lies in the stygian of mind

The beauty of silence is, when there's no one to divulge.
The beauty of silence is, when we see in divergent views.
The beauty of silence is, when there's only you.

Submitted: Friday, May 22, 2009

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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (5/29/2009 11:30:00 AM)

    Silence is a killer in disguise and a healer of madness.Silence is a beauty when no one complains.Terrific writes Amir. (Report) Reply

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