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Smells so coolly is the air
It ascends along the sharp front
Infinite darkness crawls over
Seeps through the grass and trees
The sky shows no mild glory
Or a catch of breath from Lunar
Voice of silence is whistled
In this immeasurable stillness
My heart listens to them all
Which bounce on the surface
Drawing ripples with its toes

Everything so cold
Everything so languorous
Not even the molecules interact
Stillness locks my taste buds
Silence is tasteless

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Well this silence poem was very tasteful in my opinion April Fung. A very good form of expression you use in your poetry. The last two lines in the 1st verse jolted a little, but that is what makes ripples? Much impressed, Tai