In the absence of love,
an awful silence dwells.
Full of secrets - deep and dark.
It is remarkable, the way
the silence screams.

Discordant vibes that compromise
the wisdom of the heart.
To start again - just cannot
happen there, within the absence.
For love was meant to dance
the long and empty nights away.
It is remarkable - the way
this silence screams...

? Michaelette ?

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