Jan 2020
There was this silence, this empty little silence
Offering two of its very existence:
Peacefully sweet for a confused mind,
Deafeningly loud like a depressing bind
Offering two of its very existence:
Peacefully sweet for a confused mind,
Deafeningly loud like a depressing bind
(The number signifies my one stanza poems)
(22/Shadows)
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