"Silence"

(poems go here) Words often go unheard. Drifting, like leaves on a summer breeze. Softly, brushing up against the walls Vying for attention, but no ears lend them any. The words eventually wander to the shadows, the corners where no one goes. Huddling, close together for warmth. You can’t see them. But I believe, if you want to find them, the words will enter your thoughts, tell you their stories. Maybe, if you put them down on paper, the world will know the secrets of the forgotten words.