Every hole keeps its own secret
Every hole keeps its own secret.
Silent it remains in its depths,
Unwelcoming to the careless visitor,
From sunrise until sunset.
Its silence speaks without words;
Its stillness carries wisdom.
For from the depths the King shall come,
And the pain you suffer
May rise from the noise you make.
When silence is broken
And hidden things are revealed,
Failure stands at the door.
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Thierry MURAGIJIMANA
I am a poet and a Film, song, play&drama writer. I like to read Bible mostly.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Blends personal introspection with abstract philosophical meditation on silence and revelation.
SparseMeasureDense
Moderate idea density; philosophical concepts interspersed with imagery across 12 lines.
DarkSentimentBright
Predominantly melancholic; silence valued but shadowed by pain and failure.
StillEnergyExplosive
Restrained, meditative language; quiet intensity rather than explosive force.
MicroLengthEpic
12 lines falls within 7-15 range; brief contemplative meditation.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Rich personification, metaphor of hole/King; some declarative moments balance ornament.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Predominantly lyric internal reflection with minimal narrative or dramatic persona shift.
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