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A Small Silence

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TeaRoses

Published: Feb 25, 2012

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I have for you the gift of a small silence.
You may fill it how you like
With little dreams
Which plant their seeds without words.

I give to you a tiny peace
Without even my song
With the meaning you will choose.

I give you the gift of an empty hand.
Imagine what it holds
And someday, tell me.

Golden storms.

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I don't usually write poems this short, but if I thought if I went on and on it would miss the point of the poem. I like the idea, at least.

So, I decided to see if The Written Revolution will take this one.

Questions for #theWrittenRevolution

Is it too short? Too long?

Is it too romantic? It actually started out as a blatant love poem and I backed away from that.

What does it say to you, if I may be so bold as to ask?

Comment for #theWrittenRevolution: [link]

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Crazy-and-Proud

Apr 24, 2012

I like the length of the poem, it seems as if it would take away from it should you make it any longer. I actually didn't think of it as romantic when I read it, and the imagery I got from it was almost like birth, giving someone the freedom to speak, think, dream.

I really love this, it has a quiet beauty in it to me

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