The sound of silence
Is hard to feel.
It was silent like a death
But beautiful.
I have seen the serene roads
The lonely birds
And people,
The happiness of life
Is within the silence
Of the valleys.
The darkness was leading
Me to the roads of memories
Where I met your soul.
I never met you, nor have
Any intention to.
But I can feel your presence
Within the dark silence
Scattered over the turns of the
Hill roads.
I go back to the roads of memories
To meet you everyday.
The sound of dropping leaves
Tells me you are here.
On the roads of memories.
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