Seal your mouth,
Words don't feel right,
As always they might,
Curse you with silence,
With anger in eyes,
Why are you hurting?
I ask to myself,
Words hurt me,
Not of others, but the ones,
Which l speak,
Silence proved to be,
The beautiful boon to me,
I have never felt,
Such satisfying happiness,
In the solace of anything else,
So I let the realization seep in,
That I don't really need words,
But few moments with,
The mightier silence.
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