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Silence is
a word,
a world
separated from the source
that gives its pulsing veins the life
to joy inside its God.
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Silence is
a grave.
a tomb,
a stony slab of quiet.
Come to stay forever in the night:
the pulsing vain-ness of a life
lived outside its Lord.
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melenoria 
Is it a shape poem?
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Not supposed to be. Just ended up looking like it should be.
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Kind of looks like tears.
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That’s true. I was thinking a vase, but I’ll take tear drop. That’s better. 😉
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