What silences speak, no words can hold.
No language can overwhelm,
nor gestures arrogate.
In silences i have heard what no eloquence can say.
In silences i have felt, what no touch can convey.
Seemingly they are but, those little moments that unconsciously slide by.
But it is in those moments that we have had our silences of joy, our silences of compassion, our silences of pain.
And yet we all think that we talk, and we write elaborate poems.
We dont know that its a farce, and that one day it will all break away.
No language can overwhelm,
nor gestures arrogate.
In silences i have heard what no eloquence can say.
In silences i have felt, what no touch can convey.
Seemingly they are but, those little moments that unconsciously slide by.
But it is in those moments that we have had our silences of joy, our silences of compassion, our silences of pain.
And yet we all think that we talk, and we write elaborate poems.
We dont know that its a farce, and that one day it will all break away.
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