the edge of silence,
where nothing ever happens
and only over time,
where only step I and step
always lived in silence
and out of season.
Live always in the way
walking anywhere,
me that just goes to
me and my life,
barely silence will
the urge to say
follow or silence.
say little
and quietly,
all I can say,
what I have left;
speak a few words
and those that are are
and they are my world
and my way of life.
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