Many days has passed since I have written,
No words describing my thoughts,
Many nights has slipped without a word spoken
What befalls my heart?
Yet I feel well expressed.
No one shares my sorrows.
No one treats my pain.
No one balm my injury.
No one heals my heart.
Yet I feel cured.
What is this silence?
That aids me up.
Where does this come from?
Love that fills my heart.
Light that heats me warm..
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