I don't need a wall of silence
to inscribe on its hard surface
to convince that I don't ransack
friendship through pirates
It is the light from heaven's
decides that and not your
burdened vision of reflexes
A storm hides beneath the silence
of sufferings and it is not
from the death bell I hear it
search inside, you find there
the answers in golden script
and from the sparks of its reflective
light shine there as infinitie truth
and for sure clear the conflicts
of your blurred vision
March 23,2009
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