Terrified with the might of tempestuous uproar
Seen daunting the very crux of this universe;
Not a mark, nor a sign does it say,
Silence, that hurt the soul.

Charred to death by the heat of the glowing flames
Seen are those letters, a single touch does it fade away;
Not a storm, nor a splash does it need
Just Silence , that soothe the soul.

Holding a handful of earth gently in her hand,
A drop of ocean in her eyes;
A spark in the urn, that once lit that darkness,
Silence, that fill the soul.
 

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