How noisy this silence
that tramples on my soul
with leaden footsteps.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
It laughs at me for choosing
a cold and darkening room
where neither warmth nor light
of the world outside enter.
How this silence beats
in my ear like a drum.
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To go into the forest deep
And not a soul would know where I breathe.
The rain kissed earth, the sun bathed rain,
My notebook filled with words yet to write
With the ink that is yet to be spilled.
And upon my word, I swear
I would forever live and die there.
Yonder by the brook you bask,
Under the deserts of the russet tree.
Winter’s dull sun doth warm thy mask,
Yet underneath you looked so lovely, so lonely!
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