Silence

Silence is the lips
Of 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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Zoya Zaidi
The golden Silence is the gem in itself!
Thanks for this precious one!
Welcome to the bay!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-02-23