The Silence Within
Then came the silence
which makes growing grass in the fields
but outside a dismissed garden
hurt
the scent of wild flowers' ridges
staring at hands, guessing
what love in
is she
the other with
so far, in the same paper-room
are the corners
who we don't meet
Fearing of not but what, if
Only'd be
isn't any so, diverse
our otherwise tranquil
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