Silence

Silence

And the tick of that clock

That hangs on my wall

Withstanding the test of 

Time

Silence

And the murmers of the talks

That paints the hall

As the hurried people stand in 

Line

Silence 

And the clic-clac of her walk

That assaults the leaves that fall

On the dirty, unforgiving ground she

Finds

Silence

That has hightened the sound

That has planted life

Then broken it down...