Silence
They say if the speech is silver
Then silence is gold.
But, your silence is not gold; fainting heartbeats of a dying man,
A homeless in the street corner,
Trees on the drought sicken land would not
Make a sound.
Hello!
Beware of the dumb soul that sneaks,
Brewing vicious plot,
up to something. Like a
Quite, drawn back person that would betrays us.
Speech
Is freedom, triumphant, expression while
Silence is dull, suppression and mournful.
Silence of you is weak, dead, and spooky like
A graveyard
With its early morning mist. Speech is way
Lovers communicate and create bond. Crashing waves,
Falling raindrops and whistling wind is how nature speaks.
Silence from you is venoms that eat me from within
And drowns me in my own love for you. And
Your silence is a noose around my neck that
I could hardly get freed from.
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