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Alone with Silence
Alone ain't necessarily silent.
There's cicadas sing in my head,
the susurration of the breezes,
Sparrows chittering overhead…
The chirr of a gecko stalking its prey,
a cricket sings on the wall.
It seems, my friend that all alone...
is the least silent place of all.
There's cicadas sing in my head,
the susurration of the breezes,
Sparrows chittering overhead…
The chirr of a gecko stalking its prey,
a cricket sings on the wall.
It seems, my friend that all alone...
is the least silent place of all.
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