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Thursday, March 19, 2015


Like the wind sweeps away
The darkest clouds,
Like the sun rises
And ends the night,
Like gentle dew drops
On dry blades of grass,
Like how rain relieves
The parched, cracked earth,
Your words soothe
my troubled soul.
Your songs calm
my restless mind.
Your stories stir
my infinite imagination.
This long pause
in our conversation:
My soundless voice,
your deaf ears,
And your silence
O, your silence!
Chisels my wasted heart
Smothers my inspiration
Blanks my mind
Kills my songs.

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