White SilenceA Poem by laylaSilence is no to be praised
silence is mistaken, no sound to bother you
its quit in your home, luxury is how you view the laughter you so love, you listen to the sound quickly it will go, and silence you are bound before a storm comes near, the silence it is born like the viewing of a wake, when silence means to mourn colors all around us, from dark to grey to bright silence has a color, it's scary, cold, and white so when you sit alone, with a smile on your face praising the all the silence, you willfully embrace remember its the quit, the dark sound of white bad things they all happen, in the break of dawns night
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