Of all the things I'm learning to love,
My silence is my favorite.
The more I keep to myself,
The less I have to lose.
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
My Silence
Of all the things I'm learning to love,
My silence is my favorite.
The more I keep to myself,
The less I have to lose.
~October
