we were high untill we fell low
on fire till we were put out..
our voices were lost
when there was a time they'd be heard the loudest..
Among the stars we shined the brightest..
until we were no more.

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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see