The year of my silence,
I will be filled with wordless songs
And unspoken sonnets.
In the year of my silence,
Things broken will burn
And out of death and ash will things be born
In the year of my silence,
Devotion will cease to be offered to unavailable lips
And only love will learn to spill from these neglected veins.
In the year of my silence.
.Silence.
Mar 30, 2016 @ 13:55:31
wow…has me in a grip. A silent one…
Mar 30, 2016 @ 14:08:12
Ha. Thank you. Touché. 😊