Look around.
Pretend you don't hear a sound,
Feel the caress of the breeze,
You're all there is.
Hide yourself among these trees,
Under the embrace of their leaves.
The mountains are your solace
And their caves will be your nurse.
In their shadows, don't be scared
In the fury of their darkness, go prepared.
Guard.
Drag terror in the mud.
Deny the grounds a taste of your tears,
Deny gloom a taste of your fears.
You're strong,Be brave.
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The Voice of My Silence
PuisiThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
