“沉默最明智”
二零一八年，五月，十七日。
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Silence.
That’s the gift you left with me.
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A gift which giants cower at its violence.
Grasping at the expiration of their reliance.
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Piece by piece, unwraps itself, by your assurance.
As my breath, pauses, aching in my compliance.
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Even the familiar sore spot became my alliance.
I just couldn’t bear with fall’s disappearance.
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For your silence, is now your presence,
And I can’t blame you for your absence.
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That the grey matter of my conscience,
Whispers, my noise only caused your Silence.
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Softly now,
Chelsea Sik
