Silence
My friend visits me quite often,
I have grown accustomed to her.
Accustomed to her tranquil eyes
Her peaceful love and lullabies,
She has a very soothing voice
She never makes much noise.
At night, she is best
Nothing like the rest.
Unappreciated and misunderstood
She drives many minds mad
But I don’t find her so bad.
She finds ways to suit my mood.
No, together we are not sad
I welcome her grinning glad.
Just as other lonely souls should.
Her still tranquility suits my mood.
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