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Silence
I’ve met the silence of the waves and the sea, the silence of a man with his beloved one, the silence of the wounded while their eyes wander around the room. What are words made for? Animals are moaning, and so are we. What was voice made for? If noone wants to hear you speak. Reality wants us mute, reality wants us moaning. We can’t speak.
Published 6th May 2021
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Anonymous
24th Jul 2021 7:02am
This is my favorite poem you've written.
A tremendous topic, and a fine attempt to get at some deeper truth.
Not going to say you get there, but a valiant, noble effort!
Nice!
A tremendous topic, and a fine attempt to get at some deeper truth.
Not going to say you get there, but a valiant, noble effort!
Nice!
24th May 2023 1:57am
