Feb 2022
The distilled quiet
Quite a sign of disquietude
The sun shines bright
Overcast skies eclipses the light
In the shell the baby bird thrives
Invisible shells hard to break
Glass, transparent as can be seen
Breaks into shards, toughened or not
Distance, not in metrics
Itβs the words, absence or otherwise
Parallel lines, forever run along
A journey, towards the end, begins
Some thoughts about silence that goes unnoticed!
Silence is not always golden
Silence is not always golden
