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Silence



The still air, ever so calm
The blossoms, hushing their graceful waltz
The rustling leaves, as if to quietly watch
For my pursed lips to spill the words
The raging torrents, now a calm ripple
To quench the fire devouring the remains
Of my broken shards of my hope
The roasting sun a mere glow
To melt my tears contained in my eyes
And let the sounds of despair escape my lips
To tear through the frozen cacophony
Swaying on the creaking bough
Lost in the ocean of thought
Will there ever be a hand
To grab me out of these murky waters?
Engulfing me in the dark clutches of confusion
Strangling my last gasp of air
Oh, the ocean of my own tears
The seething rays in the heat of fury
Melting the sticky embrace of my own tears
And let the strangling stalks of weed wilt
The swirling gushes of wind
Hushed to an innocent breeze
Tenderly stroking my hair with love
To soothe the raging storm in my chest
Fanning my wet cheeks
The cool waters kissing my toes
Washing the twilight woes
The gentle sunshine of dusk
Embracing my heart with warmth
The chill breeze
Rocking me gently in its arms
The moist earth beneath,
Bearing my feet with fondness
The breeze slowly lifting my spirits
As my eyes lifelessly wander into the distance

What else could I ask for?

 

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