the silence, they say, is much deadlier
deadlier than the vibrations
of the mountain underneath you
waiting to erupt
the silence, you see, is looming
all around you like the clouds
and the rain that will come down from them
just waiting for a storm
the silence always conquers
fate and time itself
because if there is end to silence
nothing else will have ever felt.
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Poesiapoetry comes and goes and flows this is my journey through life written in a more beautiful way
