Mime in the Mute

Mime in the Mute

Ironic silence, fills the chilled air;

with a torment of quiet suffering inside.

A smile across her face, so bold.

Only sunshine to crescendo into life.

The secrecy of an autumn day,

and the tranquilty of her mind.

Used in an effort to spread only peace

using her light as noise.

She masks the iron-curtain,

pas a mime in the mute. 


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