My first instinct when I see a living being, “Hello”


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All I listen is sound of silence



Can it be little loud from country mile

An echo occurs back and forth in heavy heart

Reviving the life in timely moments

Rhythm of breath matching up with sins

Blink full of smile sweeping to immortal

Feels nothing yet throbbing vein in naked soul

Susurrating leaves seems vigorous than wrangle

Whispering winds capable to mundane dialogue

As I lay in glare of sunset, all I listen is sound of silence.