Silence
Silence is the lipsOf mountains, tarns
and brooks.
That sprinkled
myriad words,
Only now
I summoned them
Into a unit.
Always I scoured
For solace
Like a hermit,
Which is the
Jewel of thine.
Poetry by sonam bhote
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 15:20
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