Soothing silence perpetrating an exquisite appetite
for desert plains far from any oasis on earth's
shores.
Holding doors shut with eyes wide open, counting
pauses and rests until they fall into pools of
silent undertakings.
Watching skies of unequivocal equals, finding there
is adversity in loud and boisterous noise, finally
draping all of life under parachutes of silken
silence.
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