Sometimes voices fall silent
And words become alien
May be your desire to express
The compelling feelings
Cannot be conveyed through words
Sometimes silence can be deafening
Urging the heart to reach out
And knock on the silent world
Or you can try listening cloesly
And decipher the essence of silence
Walk through the maze
To find the hidden feelings
They are true and willing to be embraced
Waiting for the genuine heart
And willing to resonate with the silence
World will never be the same
Here two hearts have found meaning in silence
They tiptoe through the grand alley
To reach the point of no return ©
Yes, silence is ironic. I love this
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Thank you, Mel.
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You’re welcome
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Awesome Amitav !!!
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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It is the ego of the garden of silence, the emotions of the soul arise, exude their true perfume. Elias Akhenaten.
Congratulations poet, another beautiful poem. Peace and Blessings!
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Thank you so much, my friend. I appreciate your kind words of encouragement.
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it’s simply beautiful..
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Ecstatic and blissful, what beautiful soul whispering! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Deborah. 🙂
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This is truly beautiful and full of meaning. I love how you use the silence! It is so true!
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Thank you so much, Lynz. 🙂
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