Silence is Golden,
That is what my mother told me,
Took my truths to the bank,
Oh, the riches I amassed.
Silence is Green.
Silence is Golden,
Greedily, I hoard my booty,
Storing the spoils,
For the inevitable conflict.
Silence is Red.
Silence is Golden,
The yellow blade wielded brandishly,
By myself,
At myself,
Silence is Black.
Silence is Black,
Yet religiously,
I hang on,
To its’ brilliance.
Yes....its true....Silence is Black.
1 comment:
i too wonder if silence is really as good as it is made out to be....u have given words to that.
Awesome
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