Have you ever loved silence
as much as music?
not the sad, lonesome quiet
but a sacred hush
free of insistent negativity;
silence, rich and plush.
Like balm, protective,
in which the mind is nourished
as pulse slows with breath;
lit by freedom of ideation
shared, perhaps,
through lithesome pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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