Rowdiness derailed.
Silence falls like snow,
Blankets everything, freedom and passion.
Choppy sea of a rebel's heart,
Is invisible.
What seen is deceptive and misleading.
Tranquility is relative.
There's no absolute silence,
Because noise of oration is relative.
Let's the snow fall!
Let's the wobbling mind calm!
Let's bury and silent the rebel!
Again,
Voiceless is not silence.
Void is not hollow.
He'll be back.
Silence falls like snow,
Blankets everything, freedom and passion.
Choppy sea of a rebel's heart,
Is invisible.
What seen is deceptive and misleading.
Tranquility is relative.
There's no absolute silence,
Because noise of oration is relative.
Let's the snow fall!
Let's the wobbling mind calm!
Let's bury and silent the rebel!
Again,
Voiceless is not silence.
Void is not hollow.
He'll be back.
3 comments:
silence is not gold
he will be back!
yes. I agree.
perhaps it's the notion that silence is golden that keeps the people ignorant, not realizing that keeping quiet is not acting dumb.
for the time being, lie cool. in the right and opportune moment, we will seize the day and capture the moment.
then we will be heard.
So how I feel that the snow is not the culprit behind the burial of a rebel as you claim.
As cold as the snow may be, it is different from the sharp piercing harshness of the Northern Wind.
The first snow of winter cleanses the soul of the evil witch.
It is as soft as cotton candy, falling gently on the palms of those who observe it.
It is the cloak that shrouds the barren lands that marvel the eyes of man.
Never blame the snow for the deafening silence eclipsed around you.
Never be blind of what snow has to offer to the beauty of the seasons.
But also bear in mind snow itself itself is a toy of nature.
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