soundless sound
by Amanda Lim 

I sat; a room of silence, myriad of clamor.
painting lines and shapes, forming loops and pictures.
But salt and water came to rain on their parade
pittar pattering

my lines - still there.
pictures - still there

So there, I sat once again
with my pinky tracing them, their trail vanishes
into the noisiest silence ever.

Re-reading my Xanga blog here.

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