I saw your silence
In the holiness of the night.
The peace that you brought
Is like a sweet melody.
As I lay to my rest ,
You’ve filled my pen and coffee cup
To make the best song ever written.
That even Shakespeare can testify
And it has answered Socrates.
A very tacit yet moving piece
That let the moon smile
And the fog kisses my cheeks.
‘till the Stillwater
Started to be troubled
That’s what you mean to me
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