Sunday, 17 May 2015

Equation 115 : Silent.



Perhaps sometimes,
The solution for all the problems,
The trouble that was interrupting,
The thought of your mind,
Wasn’t visible for the first sight,
In a life that was dull and somehow,
Some part of it were odd,
The surface of earth
Where the life of us,
It was still running as seconds,
It kept on ticking away,
The salvation were still in search,
Through the path that left us,
Without any voice to even whispers,
Perhaps the only conclusion
The only one we have left,
Was not the cruel,
Devastation,
But just,
Silent.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2015

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