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Poem!
The winds slept long in the ravines at the brink,
Long oppressive silence crept over the fields,
And the trees stood silent in the autumn sun,
The evening mist grew weary in the dust.
And the dew did not sprinkle the grass, like pearls,
As the dense blush flooded the early sky.
And it seemed - life had dozed off, frozen,
Lost in the vastness of endless fields.
And it seemed - there is no beginning, no end
To this silent nausea and tedious silence...
Perhaps the most terrifying thing is only the silence that punishes,
When life crawls beside you.