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Describing what silence is to me. |
By Julia Shaw Silence is snow falling outside your door Turning the world into seamless white Covering up all things ugly and impure Quietly caressing the earth through the night Silence is a mime telling stories without words Using only features on his face recorded He's understood perfectly though his voice isn't heard By all that see him he's greatly adored Silence is a window through which one can look Seeing wondrous things, but not hearing a sound Silence is also realized in an interesting book Where exciting stories can always be found Silence is sitting and thinking your thoughts No one can know whether they're evil or good But thoughts make up what your life has wrought In your silent thoughts, try to think good |