Silence a mistress, so gentle. Her virtue unspoken,
Speak and her virtue is broken.
Birth mocks her, as the new born babe cries saying nay.
Death endears her, spending him with her night and day.
Her shadow lights the path to wisdom
Needed to run a little home and a mighty kingdom.
Philosophers love to lose themselves in her addiction,
She teaches him cherish every tiny emotion.
A lover, he curses his Heart's silence,
That makes a second an eternity in hell's malevolence!
Curse me that I mutilate her, with every verse,
Yet to my broken soul, she's the only nurse.
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PoetryMy collection of poems, I started writing poetry and fell in love with it. I intend to write philosophical poems but I may stumble or stray, so kindly bear with my insanity. Thank you for your time. Feel free to give me opinions, advices and I'm alw...
