You're the silence in the loudest times,
The gentle light that never dies away.
As morning sun on troubled sea
you find a way to comfort me
one world, in every glance, more precious than the stories
Not just perfect skies of endless gold
Just you and me holding hands
If time could wait, it would have been here
where the silence is so clear
for some reason, without a sound,
you are the home, That I have always found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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