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It has been quiet.
As the screams get louder
and the hugs get warmer,
As the pain gets deeper
and the love becomes purer,
As memories refuse to die
and new beauties emerge,
As lonliness constantly haunts
and you hold me closer,
As they lose what I hold dear,
and sand slips from between the fingers,
I see, I think and I make myself feel.
I let myself cry and I let myself laugh,
and then I let it pass.
Something inside wrings to flow forth.
Whether a poetical beauty or just a frail attempt,
it brings no meaning.
Any comfort, any hope, any smile is fleeting.
It passes and only the quiet remains.
As the screams get louder
and the hugs get warmer,
As the pain gets deeper
and the love becomes purer,
As memories refuse to die
and new beauties emerge,
As lonliness constantly haunts
and you hold me closer,
As they lose what I hold dear,
and sand slips from between the fingers,
I see, I think and I make myself feel.
I let myself cry and I let myself laugh,
and then I let it pass.
Something inside wrings to flow forth.
Whether a poetical beauty or just a frail attempt,
it brings no meaning.
Any comfort, any hope, any smile is fleeting.
It passes and only the quiet remains.