At my busted
Pen’s nib,
No ink drops
At all.
The poet is
in his silence….

At my broken
Guitar’s string,
No sound effects
at all
The  singer is
In his silence…

At my green
Valley’s meadow,
No buds blossoms
At all
The lover is
In his silence…

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com