Reservoirs of warm silence seep by osmosis
Into my cold, frail veins. I can feel them flowing
And murmuring in the bloodstream. They seem to work against
The present tense of the post modern driven pulse.
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I would like to translate this poem
Silence, the classic teacher but not fro all on average Silence there is wise where the inquisitive mind listens the world quietly