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Blissfully dormant

Silence is all I hear

When the wind roars

And the skies thundering arose

 

There's peace in everything 

The words that everyone speaks

Amidst the wreckage and storms that creeps

 

The whispers of quietness slowly grows

Engulfing everything that comes it's way

Holding high the letters of speech, unheard screams

🌷(1)

◄ Being orphan

Meandering ►

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