whisper

The glance of an eye
or the hum of the soul
Neither ask to be heard
yet hold hues rather bold

Being loud doesn't last
It's BOOM - in you face
It's a flash in the pan
It's a loom losing lace

And in that moment
When loud is all you have
It's the silence that whispers
Maybe the suffering wasn't so bad

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