Silence is a beautiful mistress. Her embrace a fountain of wisdom, Her kiss a flash of clarity, Her womb a source of joy. One day a pact we made, A tryst through form of hide and seek we played, Where I sought her in all things, far and wide, And in the cleverest of places…
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Fire burns. But it also cleanses, making way for the new to bloom.