silence
silence.
It is the language of strangers.
It is the music of people
dancing to the rhythm of indifference.
It is the ode of pride
growing roots on the slopes
of flaking hearts.
Silence.
Sometimes it’s a healer.
Sometimes it is the solace
of souls lost in the claws of coldness.
Sometimes it is the eternal anthem
of the dead wanting to be heard
and the souls of the hopeless breathing
wanting to die.
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