The Sound Of Silence

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    The Sound Of Silence



                                               

                                     The Sound Of Silence


         I can only think!!!!
    To be with out sound.............
    The eye may blink......
                                      A snowy day abounds.....


                                       With the cold wind blowing.....
                                        And a life fading..........
                                               God is all knowing......
                              As I sit here waiting............

    A cold tundra in this state of mind........
    Watching my last parent parish in time........
    The peace I find!!!!!
                                      In a Minnasota rhyme!!!!!!



           A ticket a flight could take me any where!!!!!!
               A new name I had to create......
                          To come to a place where I know people care!!!!!!
              I'll come back as redbloodink..... Just you wait!!!!!



                                 Lost pass words and a mess in life!!!!

                      My mom is dieing today..........
                                                     It's like a stabbing knife!!
                                What can one say..........

    We all come and go from what I see........
    Life is ones' own journey........
    So I'll cry and laugh..........
    I might even lose my thoughts........
                                          But here I sit thinking .........

    What is the sound of silence.........
    Can we hear it at all........
    I know this.......
    Nothing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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