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SILENCE
Water doesn't make sounds, though
We hear bubbling.
Dead conch lay on the beach in peace,
We make conch sound.
Dry leaves look at the new with grief
As they know
We make crushing sound.
Air comforts us in hot, but,
When it blow hard, we pray...
Don't flirt her, you'll be no more.
Hey, puny human, give her time,
Give her call of love
Promise her, when she'll start her verse
We'll be silent.
© Sid Holmes's Creation
We hear bubbling.
Dead conch lay on the beach in peace,
We make conch sound.
Dry leaves look at the new with grief
As they know
We make crushing sound.
Air comforts us in hot, but,
When it blow hard, we pray...
Don't flirt her, you'll be no more.
Hey, puny human, give her time,
Give her call of love
Promise her, when she'll start her verse
We'll be silent.
© Sid Holmes's Creation
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