7/28/2017

Words

Have you ever counted,
The number of words,
You exchange,
In a day?

Have you at least,
Made a note,
Of how many you uttered,
Carelessly away?

No? The words,
They sit like dew,
Some strike thunder,
Lilting at bay.

Greater than those,
Remain the silence.
In another universe,
Unheard, unspoken.








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