CostsA Poem by RivShut out from the inside, there's not a prickle in the silence. With a rose bush so clean, even it's thorns don't pierce. With heavy moonlight in the den, the sun will not shine. Silence in the darkness is the only way, giving serenity in all its forms. Shut out from the outside, the noise makes it hard to hear. With every horn bellowing tone, it covers the fears the pain. Where the moonlight will not touch, silence will not grow. That rose bush so clean, is covered in thorns.
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