For a second, deaf-mute is pleasurably-tormenting
it calms my wounded soul
it silences my troubled mind
it wipes my pale yet reddish eyes,
it gives me an everlasting sighs -
it set me free.
It's a soothing melody, embracing my heart.
A rainy clouds filled with thousands of art -
it says everything, but in silence.
Even the dozing eyes of a lion,
it speaks everything:
yes it is.
Unlocking a treasure through silence
speaking with a shut yet wide open maw
afraid being trampled by judgments;
the grinned teeth, the wrestling thighs,
the sparkling glares, the slaps and the whips -
forget it, and dream for the finest in silence.
| february 20, 2024 |
