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Silence
I love
The sound of
Rain
On the roof
I love
The scent
Of cinnamon
Sharp
Sweet
Over any
Of these
I love
The truth
Behind
Silence.
I coat
Myself
In its glory
And bask
In its strength
I admire
The atttention
It provides to me.
Without the voices
In the hallway
That scream over
Themselves just
To be heard
Or to share
The gossip
Of the hour.
All I know
Becomes
A blank slate,
No strong
Scents;
No voices,
Only me,
My pencil,
And the tapping
Of the rain.
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I was being fully honest with myself when writing this. I have always loved escaping to my room at home after a long day. I just sit down, read a book, or listen. You might ask what I am listening for. I listen to the silence that surrounds me.