I speak when I am silent and I feel greatly those silent words and looks In others' faces, Silence is my language that I always love to say something to others, My silence does not mean that I prefer not to talk, but It is the pretty language that others understand well, I stare at those graves' silence When I'm there, I understand that pretty silence of the nights and I love the pretty face of the silent moon, Silence can break those chains that handcuff Any free man anywhere, I abhor that ugly silence of that Abject poverty anytime, I love to talk to the silent people Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, I live in my silence just To be or not to be Simply because I am always like this. ______________________________________________________________________
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