silence

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it is silent here 

you can hear a pin drop 

or a single flake of snow fall from the blissfull skies 

where not even the screams of the weak cant be heard 

becasue there are no weak or pain 

only the silence of nothingness 

close your eyes but let your imagination run wild 

you hear sounds but they arent acctually out in the open 

its silent under the blank canvas 

anything is possible 

rushing water dare not compare to a mouses pitter patter 

a lions nobel roar will simply haze together with a pianos melody 

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