We have heard earlier that speech is silver but silence is golden.
Silence is golden they say but when i touched it,alas! It turned to
lead,,,all the way this silence quietly stimulated me to make castles in
my mind,create dreams of my choice,when i asked for a response i was
always awarded with this golden silence, again it persuaded me to knit
my dreams, but when the silence broke i was killed,,,cold hands
carressed me and the world stood telling that i was loved ,,otherwise
why would the hand caresse me ,,,what if the warmth was missing,,,at
least the hand was there,,,cold hand,,,i will never trust silence
again,,,,
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