Silence

How do thine eyes weave numerous rhymes
Thine silence plus-es many worlds and words
Soulful and soothing like those wind chimes
Few blossom like springs others cut like swords

Me admit mine clue-less flaws and cowardice
You are a walking poetry, I am no poet
could thee not feel me and mine silent cries
You are the sea, I am a ship, sink and float

Noise-less me word-less thee and souls weep
Because you are not just the air I breath
Smiles of thine ignites shrine, more I creep
You are me, mine, besides and beneath

Dear mine, Let the silences burst into noises
Expectations will die, And love blooms like roses !!!

—-“A Shakespearian sonnet”—

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Written for The Strix

Thank you so much dearest Patty for providing this beautiful opportunity to write for “The Strix”