Silence grew quiet
under the charms
of a book keeper.
Death, is this sounding.
                
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spining, my head is a planet planted by the sea breeze of this noiselessness. a very nice poem with special kind of thoughts. thank you. tony

 
                     
                
My thoughts are too proud, thou this kist of silence keeps this planet spining, my head is a planet planted by the sea breeze of this noiselessness. please keep writing enjoying your poems emotion moving thanks for sharing