I think of Silence as Hope
To comprehend the World inside
I want to break the Clock and stop
To shut the doors into my life
I need Serenity as friend
To visit place where lights are off
I feel that Stillness what was meant
The firmest speech was meant as soft
Or Whisper, that entwines with Snow
The sound of drops, and time as slow
And faraway as waltz of past
I need it now. I need it fast.
Silence
© Copyright: Виктория Забродская, 2007
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