There’s silence in this space
Where we were told to wait
With folded arms
Into closed off hearts
We mourn the passing states
Young and old, breath and cold
We remain
Silent Space
Letters from inside my head
Letters from inside my head
There’s silence in this space
Where we were told to wait
With folded arms
Into closed off hearts
We mourn the passing states
Young and old, breath and cold
We remain
As cold as it is sometimes, silence is my favorite space to sit in. I love this!
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Thank you! I have to admit I like the silence a lot too really
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You are welcome and WELCOME to the club! It’s quieter than the library here 🙂
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