S For Silence


I am the tears an orphan cries,
Or the pain a widow feels.
I am hidden behind happy smiles,
And in joy when a wound heals.
I am present when raindrops fall,
Pitter-patter on the earth.
I am spoken when no words are said,
To tell a man his true worth.

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