Silent ways, silent winds, silent whispers

A silent breeze that shakes the flower's solid stem

Shakes it, never breaks it

Tickles petals, scared to damage them

Silent rays, silent rain, silent rivers

The flower grows but never shall its soft pink petals bloom

Feeling, never healing

The wounds she grew whilst caught in partial gloom

Silent fields, silent fiends, silent falters

Still there she is, her petals torn held firm apart

Standing, still pretending

She can not leave him there, not leave him with a broken heart

Silent ways, silent winds, silent whispers

A silent breeze that shakes the flower's solid stem

Shakes it, never breaks it

Tickles petals, scared to damage them

Acid rays, acid rain, acid rivers

The flower grows but never shall its soft pink petals bloom

Frowning, as she's drowning

Wonders why she's there, and what it was that caught her in this doom

Luscious lies, luscious love, luscious liqueurs

The mellow sound of silence gives a cry

Kissing, the past reminiscing

Crack

The stem did break and now in fields of gold doth lie

Twee versies die ik ooit schreef van hetzelfde gedicht.

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