The emptiness
That I feel
When I sit near with fire,
When I'm thinking who I am.
Am I bones and body or just a dream?
In some days I feel
Touches of space,
What I'm living in,
Murmuring of atoms around
Unseen by my eyes
But felt by my mind.
The name of that being is silence.
I call her my sister, my calmness.
She listens to me, notes tears and smiles.
But she's always in quiet.
Silence is silence.
She hears all my thoughts, what I think
Giving advices like the Lord gives us feed
But during the reading of poem
Don't be afraid and don't worry.
Silence is looking at you moreover
July 15-16, 2025
Silence
© Copyright: Соболь Яна Валерьевна, 2025
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