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Post by AquarianM on Oct 30, 2020 0:39:31 GMT -6
Writing to The Silence..
Our souls we bare, in pieces there, not directly to a soul, yet directly to every soul.
In our way, we have to say, the things that lurk and shine inside.
The only answers we hear, a one sided conversation, speaking to the silence inside us.
Loud is the call of the silence, long the ride.
Fill it up, with letters that we trust, stirring through the dust, in the corners of kind resonating minds.
Our spirits cry out, to be heard, remembered, cherished.
In the end what we know is silence.
We write to the silence, letters carry us on, for futures unknown to ponder.
Write, write, letters to the silence.
That way, in pieces day by day, some how we can know you.
There is a little bit of love hidden there, just in the knowing.
Oh won't you write your letters to the silence today?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/15/2000
Author's Comments:
We all go, but do we go on? Writing leaves at least shadows of us in the collective soul.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 30, 2020 10:54:15 GMT -6
Your words inspire me to leave some written words of my own, Dan. I really like this write.
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 31, 2020 17:19:17 GMT -6
Thank you, QF. Although this poem is now 20 years old, I still find it ringing true.
Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 31, 2020 19:13:57 GMT -6
YES!! Very much so.
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