your silence is a song.
your silence is a love letter I will never read.
your silence is the sweetness of a sitar
learning the language of the rain
and I am drenched in you.
your silence is a god I now believe in.
the urn of your throat where I've left my ashes.
your spine, a candle-lit memorial
through a thick forest of veins.
- An excerpt from the poet Pavana the title remains unknown
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Silence
FanfictionA collection of short stories dedicated to Sir Rob Thier's series: Storm and Silence.
