The tinkling of the wind chimes
The sparkling of the dew drops
The splashing of the colours
and the ordinary every day.
The absence of sound
Eyes that behold only pain
The minds resounding harsh words
And the inherent every day.
The footsteps of a thought
The thoughts of a heart
The heart of a song
And the intangible every day.
The time bound happiness
The rules of life
The orders of a master
And the scrupulous every day.
The beautifully monstrous world
The place where we hear harsh truths and sweet lies
The place where we are stabbed with reality
And the ruthless every day.
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Poetry"I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. it has a quality and a dimension all its own." - Chaim Potok.
