SILENCE
Late evening silently drifts into the night…
rains outside. Heavy droplets
occasionally, unexpectedly knocks
into my door.
It’s locked!
…talk to me…
Some nights are dark and others full of light.
Some snowy days are cold and gray
and other days are white and bright.
Some days are drenched
from the rain.
…talk to me…
Talk to me!
Dispel the silence from my life,
break doors that locked
and let me fly away.
Talk
To
Me…
This is both a good poem and would make a good song, too . . .
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