Poem By Samiha Issacs
Silence overcomes a destiny of sound. People overlook what takes that golden silence from them; looking beyond what's important. Yet, some still see it, lurking behind depth ears and blinded eyes. A simple motionless shaddow, ready to bread free into an atmospheric culture. To finally comprehend the offer of being noticed. Come what may to this confident alley, for it will one day shine, and all will see to its freedom. It will not give up or die, but instead, dance along thoughts and minds, showing its radiance and unique charm towards who believes. But who does believe? Not a mear human, I am definate of that, but a seeker of new surroundings, a listener of deep sounds, beyond any lonesome noise an ear may conquer. Seek this wondrous step towards life, and don't let go of this dark shaddow in an empty alley; because soon, you will expirience the pleasure of silent dreams.
Wisper broken dreams, for one may have it to ponder again.