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Silence is what keeps us going,
It’s also what keeps us coming,
without a sound -

We pound, we stick,
And then,
We let go.

Silence will find us
Sometime, I promise.

Piece
By piece;

We will seek peace after silence;

It will rise like a wet rose,
Sprouting out
From the loom soil,

Looking for silence.

~Archie