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Harmony is soft
Like the fur of a baby bunny
Nesting in the grass.
Melodic like a robin?s song
Drifting among the trees.
Gentle as a newborn lamb
Nudging her mother.
Sweet as plump cherry
Whose juices run down my
throat.
Fresh like ripened strawberries
Under the July sun.
But
Silence is rough,
A frayed rope
Dangling from rafters,
Overtaking joy.
A field of weeds
Crowding out pansies.
Dark silence
Surrounding souls.
Tart.
Abrupt.
Unnerving.
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