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Silence speaking in the warm whispers of night.
Holding the power of peace in it's gentle touch.
Looking in my eyes, the unspoken words reveals
It's Stillwater's holds, Serenity's chill.
The bitter sweet in dreamscape hours binds the
Soul to ernest pleasure, meeting solace with a
Silver hues of night moon's glow..
In moment's passing flow..
Suspended in the hour, life rebounds in soundless
Holding the power of peace in it's gentle touch.
Looking in my eyes, the unspoken words reveals
It's Stillwater's holds, Serenity's chill.
The bitter sweet in dreamscape hours binds the
Soul to ernest pleasure, meeting solace with a
Silver hues of night moon's glow..
In moment's passing flow..
Suspended in the hour, life rebounds in soundless
Waves...
Soon to be forgotten by the noise of knaves...
One hope lingers to feel the peace, in reluctant
Clammer, when silence cease....
In Thunder's roar, sounds released
The rumble fills the air .....
Awaits the hour for sounds
Soon to be forgotten by the noise of knaves...
One hope lingers to feel the peace, in reluctant
Clammer, when silence cease....
In Thunder's roar, sounds released
The rumble fills the air .....
Awaits the hour for sounds
To silence in sweet repair..
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When Silence Ceased
When Silence Ceased