July 15, 1999
Silence
By: TiffanyThuy
You have to want to listen to it,
And then you can hear it
It has a mysterious, exquisite texture,
A quality and dimension all its own
It talks, and he can hear it
He listened and learned from silence
He senses himself alive in it
It doesn’t always talk
Sometimes—sometimes it cries,
And you can hear the pain of the world in it,
The suffering of others
It hurts to listen to it then
But he has to; he was raised by silence.
Reason for writing:
After reading "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok, words are mostly from this books.
Birth sign: Virgo
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