In whispered Silence,
in Silence wake.
Note the empty streets that light forsakes.
If I walk will Silence remain?
Or will Silence consume my empty frame?
Time chimes on in quiet song,
with hollowed beats, insecure.
Waiting for breath.
Waiting for thought.
Waiting.
A flutter.
A scatter.
Echos refraction.
A stumble.
A bumble.
Slow introspection.
Walking slowly through Silence refrain.
Streets empty, yet here I remain.
A sobering note in my hand.
Ink faded.
Words melting.
Sentiments jaded.
Damp paper tears quickly,
dropped to the ground.
When love falls it makes no sound.
Silence completely consumes.
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