I never heard a knock at the door.
You don't know that there is a sound to waiting.
You don't expect to breathe, but you do.
Naturally, time moves.
And when we lose control,
We want to make it stop.
I never answer my door, anymore.
Silence is the sound of waiting.
The seconds are passing daylight.
Clouds are swallowed in the night.
And soon you'll wake to song.
You don't know that there is a sound to waiting.
You don't expect to breathe, but you do.
Naturally, time moves.
And when we lose control,
We want to make it stop.
I never answer my door, anymore.
Silence is the sound of waiting.
The seconds are passing daylight.
Clouds are swallowed in the night.
And soon you'll wake to song.
2 comments:
Silence is the sound of waiting.
Awesome.
Thanks Nipun.
I've missed your feedback.
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