She breath silence as dying man taking his last breath. Eagerly, and taking her time.
Once and to never come back. And there is no single syllable she would make you miss by ever interrupting it with words.
She will sing to you its full length. For some people who left her life and became a stranger; her silence is the only valuable thing she gift them forever.
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PoetryQuiet small murmurs before a storm. Dec-12-2021-GC