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I hear ó what can that be?
Itís came from where I call home
Itís a sound one listens for
When one is all alone.

Nothing said is relevant.
Nothing spoken heard afar
Without echo from the source.
Perhaps - lost as a falling star.

Silence cares for those
Who learn the heartfelt meaning.
Silence comes to ears that hear.
Did the tree creak while leaning?

Or, did it really lean?
Was it just shifting to and Ďfro?
The wind could be the source.
But, if none listen, whoís to know?

Ear to the wind, I listen.
No, those sounds are nothing more
Than echoes of what I have said.
Thoughts that donít matter anymore.

I hear ó Whatever can that be?
Ah, yes, it wasnít happenstance.
The most important sound of all ó
It was the sound of silence.


By The_Pip2

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