Silence
Silence. I want to speakSilence. I want to walk
Silence. I want to be hollow,
feel nothing, hurt nothing
I see my shadow on the wall
its fading, fading, fading
Im hollow
Silence
Silence. I want to speakA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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