Friday, July 07, 2006


Silence is golden
Yet silence is still.
Time seems to linger with practised skill.
Not that I complain,
I'm not too agile.
It just gets lonely in my exile.

1 comment:

Bland Spice said...

i don't have an eye for poetry; and not even the skills to tell the mediocre from the good.

but this one really rang a tiny sad bell...

power of the written word: i relate to what you felt a year and a half years ago.