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The sound of...Taciturn
By SolApathy
In the dismal disdain
A cold winters rain
No snow;
Just a dark taciturn
Nuclear winter stirs within
Broken & dim; a chill to the skin
You touch & never felt so much
Despair
Tell me of a storybook love to soothe the pain
I’ll weave a yarn
Fearsome and strong as a wind-chills bane
Nothing can thaw a cold that is meant to forever
…Remain
A cold winters rain
No snow;
Just a dark taciturn
Nuclear winter stirs within
Broken & dim; a chill to the skin
You touch & never felt so much
Despair
Tell me of a storybook love to soothe the pain
I’ll weave a yarn
Fearsome and strong as a wind-chills bane
Nothing can thaw a cold that is meant to forever
…Remain
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, February 1, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Silence of the soul is where the darkness begins to grow...Comments on "The sound of...Taciturn"
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A former member wrote:
The silence is what we can sometimes gain the most from. It enables us to listen and learn. Sadly, not many people realize that anymore. I don't know if you would describe me as taciturn, but I definitely know when it's time to shut up and listen. Great material once again, darling. Queen Reb:).
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