Zilence

By , Madawaska, ME
Zilence

It’s the sound of winter
It’s the breath that burns your lungs on a cold morning
It’s the stillness of the night
It’s in the fear that freezes you
And found in the peace that holds you together
It’s the escape that you find
It’s a friends attempt to be brave
It’s the honesty of a child
And the pain of losing someone
Zilence is what you make it





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