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Muted SilenceIn the company of solitude my heart narrates memories ensued of the sun, the moon, the stars, and storms emotions I gained in varied forms. Life has accorded me with loneliness try I must to balance with happiness soon as minute of sadness slowly creeps I come to terms with my tears to suppress. As I stroll along and watch passersby I feel amused but keep wondering why devoting intensity not to cry sorrow persists no matter how I try. I often find it easier to dream because only then I can hide my pain contrary to every waking moment deafening silence is a great torment. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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