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The Droplets
A world of calm A silence shattered A mere disturbance The song of silence, broken. From the tip It falls Unwavering, tight It drops. And thus, silence is broken The serenity fades The hymns of quiet cease Peace vanishes. A disturbance Pitting a world Into gradual chaos Hush, yet none hush. The world of calm Never to be the same. Will the reverberating end? When will silence return? Soon.
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