Your silence
It makes me more eloquent,
compels me to speak more
The moon has left-
Unaware, the night has fallen asleep
The clouds give off a burning smell
Someone out there would have put out a fire
It was yesterday
Big thunderstorms and lightning where
I picked up mute, unspoken words
lying scattered on nonexistent lines
I also know how to speak silence
Now let me embrace sleep
No disturbance
Nowhere- none
The Sunrise could perhaps provide
a more understandable diction
April 11,2023
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