We met in golden silence,
which struck as lightning..
when the trees forgot to breath,
and the night hushed it's crumpled wings..
to the uncertanity of it's soul....
All stood still...
except our wounded hearts,
seeking neither the question,
nor the answer;
yet we afraid to speak,
but could hear our souls..
speak with thousand tongues, ...
in golden eloquent silence! ! ! !
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write simple it is best for talented poet like this poetess when the trees forgot to breath, and the night hushed it's crumpled wings.. to the uncertanity of it's soul....