"Sweet." It was the first word that came to mind.
I knew I didn't need to say it out loud; not in a whisper or a shout. Not even from the tallest rooftop.
Silence is called many names. Some nice, others not.
"Awkward."
"Strange."
"Comfortable."
"Unsettling."
"Painful."
And, it's compared to crickets too.
I don't get what silence has done to deserve these long and mostly hurtful titles. Has it tripped someone in a cafeteria?
Did it snicker and point at a lost soul?
Does it plan to ruin someone's day? If so, it's never been brought to my attention.
What about crickets? Have they offended someone so much that they deserve this fate? To be related to awkward and uncomfortable times?
I don't see silence as anything except a gift. How could I, on a night like this?
With the stars, constellations, and the moon above me. With the fireflies beginning their nightly dance.
The silence can be sweet.
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Sunset's Verses
कविताA book of poetry, including but not limited to poems about the seasons, my memories, and of course, poetry inspired by my stories!💜 I hope you enjoy this; please feel free to vote & leave comments!💞🦋 💜🌟💜🌙💜
