Silence III

This silence is unbearbale to hear

Moments are remembered, only by me dear.

The screaming silence, irritates the ear

No sharp words to move our rusting gear.

Eve does all the talking

Adam does the scribbling

The serpent does all the mumbling

Soft hearts may soon be meddling.

All thoughts were just assumed 

And emotions were made and were consumed.

Days are always counted

These moments always keeps me haunted

These settings God has planned was consented. 


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