Silence has no
definite contours,
no defining frontiers,
nor silken signature.
It is a pure vacuity
that comes
like a soul-baring
prayer,
like a whiff of
fresh air,
like light ambling
towards definable
horizon.
Silence has no
definite contours,
no defining frontiers,
nor silken signature.
It is a pure vacuity
that comes
like a soul-baring
prayer,
like a whiff of
fresh air,
like light ambling
towards definable
horizon.