She always was, still is and I think will remain a subtle soft speaker.


She came with a smile, with small steps

But she came running when tears streamed from her eyes with large steps.

She was quiet with peace all around

But she cried loud when troubles were around.

She knew even before happiness knocked at her door

But she missed the monstrous laughters outside the same door.

She heard the pin drop silence and danced in it

All the loud sounds were just noise, not music, didn’t fit.

Today I know why life has always been so quiet

She’s always been this accurate.


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