When Silence Become My Voice
Silence, just loving silence
For a long while, my voice was’t heard.
Silence, just silence…
Loudest noise that can’t be heard.
Oh, I’m loving my silence…
On my silence, you can hear my heart.
Unspoken and sincere.
On my silence, you can read my mind.
Untold and meaningful.
Enjoying my peace and solitude.
Embracing my sanctuary.
Satisfying my aloneness
Living my life to its finest.
Indeed silence sometimes feels lonely.
However it is also gratifying.
Experiencing silence helps me appreciate
The beauty of peacefulness and harmony.
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