The Silence
Silence speaks for itself.
Yet it really doesn't speak at all.
Silence is a cold shoulder
And sometimes an evil glare.
You seem so happy sometimes...
But your gaze is ice cold
And you are silent.
Aren't you a happy girl?
Your icy, silent stare scares me.
Like the planet Saturn, silent...
-Sarah
You may use this poem on your web site with a link back to SSC.
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