Give me this moment.
Let your gaze befall this weary soul so light,
your light, may peek in frigid depths
seeking warmth. Validation.
That you notice. Spare me a moment, nectarine
words to fiddle my lonely heart to feel
wanted, needed.
You see. I am silent.
Because I am waiting.
For that dawn to break, and awakened
that this dream is already beside me.
Breathing in peaceful heaves.
Silent. As I am now.
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4 redmarks:
hands down.
break the silence; let the words rest where they should be and watch them flourish, dripping with honey. if after all nothing happens, reap the gratitude from those words that you set free.
too much dose of silence can be debilitating.
there is such beauty in silence. i cannot even begin to describe it with my feeble words.
@Andrei Alba Thanks man. I appreciate the compliment. You're not so bad yourself, candid and honest.
@COLORBLIND Silence often pervades when words fail to embody what our hearts yearn to scream out. Because words are, despite how eloquent or stoic, still words. Actions speak louder.
@Nyl Silence is beautiful. In how it reserves what cannot be explored by the contemplation of a moment. It is snobbish yet restrained. Secretive yet piercingly apparent. And your words, are rarely feeble sir.
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