It's been a little too long.
Since I've heard that song.
Now I hear nothing.
Nothing but silence.
But to hear silence, how could that be?
It has a distinct sound.
That cries out to both you and me.
The sound is like none other.
Peace, and tranquility at it's finest.
But to hear silence, do you feel free?
Perhaps, but that's not all.
To hear silence, gives a feeling of awe.
And feelings of nostalgia, pain, comfort, and warmth all at once.
Because to hear silence, makes me, me.
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