Praise Silence
Silence is the makeup of my
odd dreams,there is no
confounded
noise,
I dream real deeply in quiet
metaphors, I dream with
gentleness and
poise.
When I startle awake I find
silence is no longer, the
day has set the
tone.
Savaged right into conversation,
I realize I must began
thinking on my
own.
Yorktown Disciple
Silence is the makeup of my
odd dreams,there is no
confounded
noise,
I dream real deeply in quiet
metaphors, I dream with
gentleness and
poise.
When I startle awake I find
silence is no longer, the
day has set the
tone.
Savaged right into conversation,
I realize I must began
thinking on my
own.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11865
Quatrain of Praise Silence - 11865 - Yorktown Disciple
Startled awake
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Savaged
right
into
conversation
right
into
conversation