In Between Two Extremes

April 15, 2017

Quiet is the voice
Creeping into your window
Distorting all illusions
So silent
A faint breath of meaning
Blooming inside of your soul
Like a dehydrated flower
Craving water in a desert
But even louder is the speaker
Speaking with no words
A message in the mind
Fails to reach
There will be no understanding
Because quiet is the voice
But loud is the shadow
And together there will be
Except a hollow sound.

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