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Silence buried in the tombs of the mind
They glide blissfully with time
Solitude their forte with no words used
We see them and slowly blink our eyes
Coveting to their truth, turn to a mute if we must
Tasteless flavor radiating toward us
We drink with surrender dripping from our mouth

Still as the morning Sun's warmth
Furniture's all around not making a sound
When solace settles in, all to do is sleep
With the breeze hovering, taking us to dream.