This --
the silence of the things
that are bound to happen.
the motionless barrel of a gun
the scared eyes of the kid
- of which lets it beauty
fade away with every tear -
the vase that is just
about to hit the floor
the heart
that stops everything
at the instant
her eyes meet
mine
This --
the silence of things
that are shouting out
carry on
making sounds.
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