Dyslexic Silence

We had held our hands
As waves rushed in
to wet our feet.
A vision blurred,
A hand secured,
A moment of trust--
All contemplated into the absolute,
Silence.


We stood apart
As waves rushed in only to
mark us our dissection.
A vision blurred,
A hand tightening,
A moment of agony-
All circling into the nothingness,
Silence...





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I guess we all are accustomed to the term Dyslexia now.

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