The silent sounds.
How the heart beats, much too quietly much too inaudibly, but still beats.
The wind blows and leaves drift, falling perfectly and silently, but still to the solid ground below.
You sweep up your hand to wave hello, and
although you haven't made sound..
I still hear you just as loud as i would have if you were standing right here besides me.
"Silence is Golden"_A prose piece
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