White Noise
When words elude and silence reigns, A quiet void where thoughts remain. The mind, a canvas, blank and still, No whispers left the space to fill. Yet in the hush, a beauty lies, A pause within the endless skies. For in the void, new seeds are sown, Where silence speaks, and dreams are grown. I cherish moments, void of sound, Where peace and calm are gently found. For when the words return once more, They'll carry depth not known before.
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