Silence
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Poetry
"Silence
Was what I craved
So I piled up some stones
And built towers taller than dreams
Then barred their windows with my weathered bones
Leaving no escape for my screams
And here I sit alone
In this depraved
Silence"
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Somewhere in here are the bones of St. George. I think he might be the table lamp over there.
3 comments:
So as not to pull a Madhu, I checked where that was from. The question becomes "Who is Rajendra Pradhan?"
Unless of course this is just a hint that you want silence on your blog!
hahahahaha no its not a hint, and honestly I didnt know who wrote that poem until now.
I found it online and liked it, described the bouts of self enforced solitude I sometimes endure quite well.
I read Yohan's message, and figured that I should come after a while. The poem's good fer sure.
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