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My Silence
The more you'd wanted me to speak,
the more I'd been snatched by complete silence.
Yes, my speaking silence
irritates you,
but it adores my heart.
The more you'd wanted to count my words,
the more my silence is baked with empty lines.
Yes, my brave noisy silence dances to the rhythm of my miseries.
The more you'd fumed at my silence,
the more I enjoy the hailing vigour of my silence.
Yes, within myself, it does speak esoterically.
The more you'd wanted to pierce a dagger of annoying words through my silence,
the more my silence becomes reluctantly stubborn.
Yes, my silence is a noble slave.
The more You'd wanted my silence to open its large mouth,
the more it tight-lipps to grow an ember of voiceless words.
Yes, my silence doesn't speak bad words.
By MDK(Nyakeh)
© mohamedDk@Allahuakbarr
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