Silence...
Silence is a mirror image of the absence of noise...
one and the other, so similar and yet so different...
having one doesn't mean having the other
the silence has shapes and tones,
the absence of noise is empty,
unheard,
unseen,
misplaced,
lost...

a face lies in silence, still...
the soul placed over the sheets of absence
noise grill
hoovering like pestilence windmill...
the wind shivers
the stone closed...
unheard, unseen, misplaced, lost...

in between a forever be
a voice grivieng, in silence fill...
who but what it is ?
nothing above, nothing touching the floor...
no one at the door?
of course...silence is... silence'm...
unheard,
unseen,
misplaced,
lost...

in the shapes of silence.... hoarfrost....

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