temporary silence...


When temporary silence beckons me,
I hear the chirping of bird
Somewhere, at far...

Silence has its own rhythm
Its own harmony,
Perhaps a song of silence...

I foresee the monotony of life, for a moment
The uselessness, inutility of time
The darkness of moments
Passed by idleness…
Sheer idleness...

Comments

  1. great, off course silence has its own rhythm, its own worth.....

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  2. great, off course silence has its own worth, its a mirror to look at real you....

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