{ sans sound }

the stillness can be a path,
  or it can be an end;
the quiet can tear your heart in two,
  or help that heart to mend.

the many colors found in life
  that can’t be said aloud:
the silence can be a blanket,
  or it can be

  a shroud

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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