How you weave
Strands
of my silence.
No thought, nor
Any language
Could
take
Gesture of my forebearance
than
But by keeping me mum –
Reveling passively
The dance
of my, utter
Quietude
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Nonpareil.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for thy precious comment!
Regards
Cerebral and insightful.
Much thanks Vijay Nair Jee!
Sans mots cette fois – extraordinaire!
So humbled by thy comments poet muse Vands!
Regards