I had heard the jokes of a sage
When the fair ones sat and listened to his discourse.
The fire in his eyes and heart can’t be doused.
If that witty sage maintains dead silence
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When words are needed, keeping silence is dreadful. Suddenly after getting used to a lot of sound, if the world falls silent, we feel restless and strange! A great write sir!
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When words are needed, keeping silence is dreadful. Suddenly after getting used to a lot of sound, if the world falls silent, we feel restless and strange! A great write sir!