The sound of silence | Sofia Paramita
Whispers between them
While looking a sneer
She is different
Beauty belongs only to us
The corners of the eyes follow
Not staring
But it sure measures on its own scale
The path he chose was wrong
Pretend not to see
Actually it follows
Up and down, the excitement of the silence
While reassuring envy
He's not me
Putting down the ego
Even for a moment it doesn't feel good
When the ego lies
All self-view as the center will scatter
Always insert memories, what is different is not necessarily useless
Others are just as alive to work
The jury is the master
