Golden Silence?
Silence,
like birds sleeping song,
or steam
rising from a kettle
of waiting,
can't hear the mundane
glue of everyday
charmed by sunrise,
noiseless blush of flowers,
golden is my colour.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2011-04-27 at 00:44




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