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Saturday, July 07, 2012

It is strange

It is strange how
some people can talk and talk
and still not say anything
as if the words were
mere empty husks
falling to the ground
seedless, impotent
incapable of growth

It is strange how
some people can be silent
and you understand everything
as if the very silence
spoke in tongues
scattered seeds
that fell into your heart
and blossomed

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1 comment:

  1. I love this poem. It is simple, true and captures a profound contrast quite well.

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