Silence
I treasure the silence.
No notes out of place,
Like a knight on his steed,
Gallantly fix my mistakes.
Calm hysteria,
My aura,
My world,
Elegantly slashed,
By a reticent sword.
I finally lay,
Thankful at last.
If the choir of quiet,
Greets me at night,
When my time to awake,
Will never see light,
Then a peaceful body,
I will be,
Engulfed by a storm,
Mute eternity.
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