Voice of silence


 Could understand the pain behind the smiles, weave the untold things into words, know the condition of the soul through the eyes, wish someone could hear the voice of silence. When the heart screamed for help, could find itself alone even among hundreds, this heart then shed millions of tears when no one could hear that silence. That innocence, that childishness  would not have been hurt if someone would have extended a helping hand, the smile would not have been lost with age if one would have heard the voice of silence. If all could have been expressed with words, God would not have given a sense of sensitivity. People would not have been so far from each other if we would have heard the voice of silence.

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