Sunday, April 18, 2010

There this sea in front
quiet, voiceless…
and in seashells a song dies
In synopsis of stolen
text books
Life charts its endless thesis
In certain beginning
And in uncertain ends
Until the last breath
In forgotten pages,
In record registers of past
Life standstill
Silence, the science of known.…
Speech its mystic forbearer…

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