One noice… No noice

on

They don’t believe in silence

They run on noise

I don’t know if it is by choice

How deep they feel the emptiness of the sentence

A second of reticence is like a taste of purity

Dark tranquility… Absolute secrecy

Motionless moments with only the moonlight’s whistle glowing

For what it’s worth loving… For every trace left of humanity

Say no more… Write no more

Touch the bareness of sound

Feel intensely… Just like before

Listen carefully, love could be around…

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