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Alone
Ever heard the voice of silence?
At the sonically unmolested places,
In the sudden lost breeze,
In the dence aurora night's,
In the shadowless mornings,
At the morgues in God's acre,
Where souls prate without words,
On the summits all alone,
Below the deep sea water,
At the sunset in eyes,
On the lost ways of life,
While nimbling in air,
In the thick forests,
At the coast of rivers,
On the roads not taken,
In the moment or very nature,
The painting is silent and
cannot be vulberised,
Simply felt in the absence of
Speech and Sound.
© All Rights Reserved
At the sonically unmolested places,
In the sudden lost breeze,
In the dence aurora night's,
In the shadowless mornings,
At the morgues in God's acre,
Where souls prate without words,
On the summits all alone,
Below the deep sea water,
At the sunset in eyes,
On the lost ways of life,
While nimbling in air,
In the thick forests,
At the coast of rivers,
On the roads not taken,
In the moment or very nature,
The painting is silent and
cannot be vulberised,
Simply felt in the absence of
Speech and Sound.
© All Rights Reserved
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