I hear the silence singing, from each corner of the world, to each corner of my mind.
The silence of our creator, watching solemnly from the heavens.
The silence of our leaders, allowing mischief to unfold.
The silence of our companions, searching through their own souls.
The silence of our guardians, expecting us to discover our own paths.
The silence of our minds, swimming in thoughts that our hearts can not seem to unravel.
The song of silence is a marvelous tune.
An unraveling melody incorporating each sense in it’s universal symphony.
Each listener of this mysterious ballad holds onto a different element of its wonder.
Silence creates discomfort amongst it’s partakers.
We have yet to understand the potency of silence.
We have yet to grasp the importance of silence.
Words will spin and gyrate endlessly, but silence remains still.
Silence is wise, silence is precious.
Attend to the silence and claim it as your own.
For the song of silence is one that will forever be sung.
Based on Walt Whitman's "I Hear America Singing"
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