How can one find flaws in silence?
She is gold, almost divine,
Angels flap their wings in silence;
In heavens they make no sound.
Silence is when someone died
and his soul rose up above;
or when you stood one moment,
just to listen words of love.
Silence means more noise reduction
or some city kept in still,
People walking in slow-motion
or a winter freezing chill.
I enjoy my times of silence,
Mostly when I sit and think.
Doesn't mean I'm mad or somethin' -
Probably I'm just at peace.
* sorry for my rusty english guys...
28 august 2009
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Sorry? Are you kidding?:P It's really good!!
RăspundețiȘtergereThe poem, I mean.
RăspundețiȘtergereOf, :). Silence is gold, indeed.
RăspundețiȘtergereYour comment is precious to me :).
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