A land of silence

In a quiet land I awoke, an abode bound in a coven of silence, upon whispers of silent tunes.

Shadows of shallow sounds, tunes aligned like sand dunes.

Unspoken sounds, spoken in silence. Silent voices, voicing in silence.

Silent like a gecko, were sounds without echo.

In quiet thoughts, were spoken words. In voices coven bound, were awoken words.

Every thought, every truth, Every tout, every root, deep within silent dunes.


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