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Silence
Sweet suffering silence The gap between thoughts The gap between sounds The silence that exists before the first note of a symphony Is The silence that exists between the lightning and the thunder It makes you tense It makes you sweat It makes each and every hair stand erect upon your skin Silence The beautiful fermata In which everything and nothing happens In which you realise you are exposed and vulnerable to the entire universe. Comments are closed.
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