In some cases, I find a new divine form of expression,
in silence.
It makes minds wander,
hearts flutter,
cheeks red,
hands cold.
indulging silence is nearly as fun as enjoying time alone with a paint brush.
though one can say, i miss the colors,
the vent to express, is still the same.
i have been loud in words, loud in colors,
now i think i will take it carefully, in silence.

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