Silence

Silence…

 

It could mean one million different things, or just one

 

Shoveling your driveway during a chilly winter storm,

 

Sitting on your porch on an average spring day, or a cold summers night,

 

Or watching the leaves fall in your backyard

 

How they fall,

 

Oh how they fall…

 

Now let me take this time, just to say,

 

Silence means to you, in what kind of way?

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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