not the whisper
of a breeze
sings the song
of silence
leaves rustle softly
waves lap to shore
grass ripples on the
desert prairie of painted
blue skies
silence
is a song
that
cannot
be
sung
pebbles embrace the pond
ringing circles
as butterflies dance
a
sacred
day
from the bangs beginning
to the exit
of eternity
silence
is only grasped
in the stillness
of
our
demise
silence is a song
the melody
of our dreams
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