there are some mornings . when we can sit quietly . with nothing to say
lost in the safety . of other peoples’ thinking . we can’t hear ourselves
the silence unheard . in the middle of the night . is likely nothing
come, sit for a while . watch the time pass together . we don’t have to talk
imagine the sounds . being played in the silence . that goes unnoticed
in a noisy world . a little serenity . can go a long way
there is no quiet . quite like a winter snowfall . only the wind speaks
only in the noise . of daily life is silence . seen as deafening
it isn’t silent – machines work in the distance – but it feels silent
needed by the soul silence can be hard to find until you seek it
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