Silence Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

Floating aloof thin air, almost yogarish,
The green hills haughty and highish,
Silence hung over my heavy brows,
Emerald grassess grining at my gaze,
Hasty steps from the whispering winds.

The echoes of mountains in my ears,
My silence a solitude for my soul,
In my silence, my spirit is renewed,
Stalking springs of showers shudders,
Silence snuck into my soul like the dawn.

My silence is anchored on a sail of seas,
The moon dipped into diamond dews,
The galaxy my fortress from forces,
Silence slipped into all my seasons,
Heightened hills and feasting lowlands.

High voices howling inside my hurting heart,
So I slouch silence onto my bent back,
I pick up my peace from weeny pebbles,
Then I grind them among glitters of gold,
The skygate of silence slides open again.

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