I remain silent when I'm not compelled to speak,
To speak, for me, is indecent,
Excessive words are displeasing and terrifying.
I have the attitude of the water lilythat floats upon stillness,
Speaking is a trembling, hesitant, and vibrant that repels and disturbs the stillness of water.
Only in silence, you can grow within my skin.
People love to talk about what they love, And they love those who speak.
They say it is transparency, But my transparency lies in not uttering a word.