In your silence, I hear the words

The shadowed part of my soul.

In your silence, I hear the words

The profound truth in a bowl.

In your silence, I hear the words

The marvels of spring amid the dark.

Conflagrate my esprit de corps

To my new being with a spark.

 

Winter cataphyll dispersed yonder

The sultry nights without splendour

The veiled moon in the murky clouds

Await the fresh bright morn

The song of the spring debonaire.

The chiselled bright

Jingles the air of delight

Amid the crispy solitude

The soul looks to cherish

Aura of hush to embellish

Amid the dainty hopeful desire.

 

In your silence, I hear the words

The bright dormant in me

To meliorate my fray soul

Smug for the new plume.

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