If silence is whole
And complete in itself
Why do I hear it
Like the fires of hell
If silence is still
And forever unchanging
Why does it feel
Like the galaxies racing
If silence is noble
Like the wisdom of age
Why does it fool me
By showing its rage
If silence is quiet
Like the midnight sea
Why does it speak
So loudly to me
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Maybe silence is lost
Just as I am, in myself
It eludes, not just me
But its very own self
Elusive Silence 
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I really like this…and feel your words.
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