Silence speaks
In the latent hour of a darkened night
Silence speaks and speaks so gently
as the lightest of a feather's touch
as the beating of a shuddering pulse
as the drizzling drop of scattering rain
as the candle with a flickering flame
and behind the closed eyes emerges
an image of the beloved form
as sleep surrenders, desire plunges
in the latent hour of a darkened night
Silence speaks and speaks so gently
as the lightest of a feather's touch
as the beating of a shuddering pulse
as the drizzling drop of scattering rain
as the candle with a flickering flame
and behind the closed eyes emerges
an image of the beloved form
as sleep surrenders, desire plunges
in the latent hour of a darkened night
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