Silence

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I love to sit in silence.
The moment with no hiss.
And listen to transience
Of sacred nightly bliss.

The feeling of desire
To catch one falling star,
Or to rekindle fire,
And watch it dance from far.

I love this rush of fancy
About life and fate.
Because nobody can see.
I want to stay up late.

I love perusing books.
Or watching random films.
And have a trembling look
At moon's reflection
That is dimmed.

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