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Silence

"Is a Gift"

Silence

Silence  -  “Is  a  Gift”

Silence is a gift, as of those in wisdom to keep.
As in songs of birds, speak not but softly chirps.
To tread and to prose mightily, is a rift in rafferty.
A Jester in the court of kings, prim the shades of sting.
To be still, and know that storms is not a thrill.

 

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Jac Tales

One should take time to smell the flowers. A Great Write. ☘

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

Thank you,
Jacques Tales,
yes, one should take the time,

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

Thank you,
Bernadete van der Wielen,
then i shall sing for you,

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Bernadete van d...

What a lovely thing to say! Which bird are you asking to join you on the singing, the starling or the manumea? 

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

I was thinking of the manumā, but too colorful and too fruity,
The Segaʻula, would be a well candidate,
My family lure,
 

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Tony Taylor

It is INDEED.....a noble attempt....and quite the
perfect delivery of timing.....and quite the charming
use of that which flourishes.....ALL STARS!!....thanx
so much for sharing!!....a pleasure dear poet friend!!.....LOVE
& ROCKETS!!......T xo : )

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Marion

This is a very beautiful verse..  hugs x

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