Waiting For Silence Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

Waiting For Silence

I slipped into the room waiting
For the silence to appear
To hear silence is strange
A weightless thing

like the wind on a
spring day
you can feel it
you can touch it

you can wrap it
around you
like a blanket
to make you warm

and for those who
wallow in despair
who see nothing but more
It can restore.

ES Donald

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