Silence
The silent peacemaker soul bears witness to truths and pains, with sounds and images across the waves, forgotten words in the desert scene.
The roar of the wind spins in the icy hands, in a moment that gives substance to life,
through the fear of death that reaps,
shadows raised in robbers' lairs.
Before the heavenly mirror,
the Moon is bathed in milk.
The old wound heals, but does not close,
star every night at your feet to fall.
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