Saturday 22 April 2017

Slience

There's nothing I have to say
Nothing to add to the moment
Busy I ever was trying to hold
What I mistook to be just mine

That all there ever was true
Slipped away and I became
A ghost of what I really am
Empty vessel sounds much

Now there's nothing to say
As I slowly let the silence fill
What I so missed and craved
Everything now falls in place

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