Verbose

I held your silence in my hand,

Cradling it in my soul.

Wool soft, I felt it slide

Through my fingers

Dropping down,

Into my eternity.

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Plop!

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I traced the echoes

Of your muted symphony,

Feeling its texture

And loving its rhythm.

In this verbose silence,

I lose myself.

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Awe!

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I nurture that feel

Of delving deep

Into your quiescence .

And I resurface

With your words

Etched deep

In my soul.

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Bliss!