MY days have turned into weeks

with absolute silence

the wind rushes to cross the peaks and

the gem studded valleys

without making a swish

the silence of my days and weeks

the silence of my dream and thought

silence for the cry of peace

the weeks slowly turned into months

the rustle of leaves was not at all heard

my thoughts were silent

a quiver of arrows pierced my thoughts 

in absolute silence

the groan of pain couldn’t escape my lips

to break the feather of silence

in the drowning sea

silence is a silent prison




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