Wednesday, June 27, 2012


Silence is a close companion 
Which comes alive and speaks 

when one stops 

Whose language I am beginning to understand 
It feels it was never alien 
but your own language it speaks 

It speaks rather loudly
But hearken with ears closed
and behold its colors with closed eyes

Be regaled with its
Loudness and beauty

The purity with which it fountains

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