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Be still my voice
@Uootem
Be still my voice
remain in your prison of silence
for now is not the time.
not even for whispers
not even for sighs.
It is the season for love poems
and for recollections of all that is lost.
Be still in this moment
so that I can gather my thoughts.
Thoughts of being without her,
and of these futile yearning days.
Be still my voice
do not betray me
a secret is a secret.
I feel your yearning
and wishing to be heard.
but do not relinquish one word.
This silence is for listening...
hear the song of love singing...
hear her voice in the winds of memory...
hear her dancing in the falling leaves...
If you listen long enough
I can believe almost anything
even that there will come a day
for talking and confessing
a time for whispering and shouting
a time of love renewed.
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