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The stars cant be touched, the seas cant be rushed into.
If there is one thing i know sure of is their mode of language,
Silence! which all understands without learning.
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Silence in a man to himself, in a maid to his boss.
Silence in the heart of the sick where calmness becomes the order of day.
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Of what use is words' language? When many might not understand.
How could it be if silence could be an expressable language to all as a way to communicate?
And each individual's thought and feeling would still be known.
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Death on all living,
Upon a young animal,
Her mother moans.
On human, yelling and wailing, different languages of sorrow.
What a strong gift to nature in serenity.
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Our state of mind, voiceless.
But physical state, invisible.
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TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)