Silence II

Tumbling, Mumbling upon the heaps,
my mind upon the scepter keeps,
a musty silence so obscure,
with a private love and a virgin cure.

In the past, I crossed these fields ,
with a roaring mob by my side.
But now I tread without a guide,
In a lonesome silence, I confide.

Let me shout the winning cry,
with the wind O! let me fly.
Let me use my silence dear,
to make my cry so red and clear.


Fingers said...

you know something, you write really well.
and don't worry about things not happening in your life (i'm talking about your nerd notes).
there really is such a thing as the right time for the right thing.


Sagar said...

Fingers~ Honored :)


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