Silence,
In the silence of night,
Where it seems like people who are,
who are still breathing absence,
Absence in the present second,
There isn't anything else that seems to be concerned,
Could people would just give you even a few second?
Would they even listen?
Listen to those words that are actually meant spoken but not written,
None the less could even bother to be obedient,
Only a heart would actually listen,
Let those tears fall to mend the broken heart,
Even though it seems like only a false illusion,
But let those shattered past be forever absent,
And only let the present be the passion,
The sensation.
©S. Storm 23.
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