Silence is often a mystery,
It will never tell you its history.
What a thing is silence?
Sometimes lead to excellence,
Sometimes to violence.
Sharp as a knife,
Perforating our lives,
Burning on a high flame,
Still no words to proclaim.
For silences which are somber,
It only needs a piece of amber.
On the corner of the farm,
Being unmotivated by the charm.
But still persistent to work hard,
ls one’s special card.
Preparation in the silence
will always be your guidance.
Silence has its own reasons,
Thus, will be different for every season.
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