Of Silence

One is warm and welcoming
It speaks of comfort
Of understanding and love

One is chill and frightening
It speaks of danger
Of strange presences and hatred

Is it the air? The lights or scents?
Or is it a sense of the soul?
Imagination run riot?
Or an edge that keeps you whole?


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