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By Way of Silence
So many things sneak into our lives and we never know They tiptoe in Silently… Unobserved… Unknown… Until — It is much too late The thief in the Night Stealing … Hearts… Souls… Lives… Our best and Brightest All unaware until it is too late to fight Too many lives Lost… Too many families Ruined… Too many people Caught unaware… Death and Dying makes its way in — By way of Silence until it is too late Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Jan 17, 2014 @ 17:16:48
Reality bites…..nicely expressed….
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Jan 17, 2014 @ 17:19:54
Yes it does … this was written related to the death of a friend’s sister and the untimely death of a friend and colleague.
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Jan 17, 2014 @ 17:26:00
I can empathize through similar experiences. Loss….void….time for healing.
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Jan 17, 2014 @ 17:40:48
Regardless of the reason, it is the same … time is the only thing that heals.
Thanks for your insight and compassion.
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