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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=565687" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Search For Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll sit here in my bedroom<br>where the silence is sometimes deafening<br>(when I have thoughts on my mind<br>that need to be discussed) .<br>As I clear my mind to listen<br>to the silence<br>I realize there is no silence here.<br>The ticking of the old wind-up alarm clock<br>becomes so loud...<br>I feel compelled to move<br>my ''experiment'' to another room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find a comfortable spot <br>in the bathroom.<br>Sitting on the bench that normally holds <br>the all-important reading material<br>I begin to listen for the silence.<br>It takes very little time <br>for me to realize this is not the room<br>for silence.<br>The sink begins dripping<br>almost as if to mock me<br>and say ''Silence...yeah right! ''<br>I tighten the faucet only<br>to be laughed at by the toilet<br>as it makes it's usual<br>groan while it levels off the water in the bowl.<br>This is surely not the room for silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I head to the kitchen.<br>There must be silence here.<br>I find it still and quiet until I really listen.<br>The flourescent light above the stove<br>is whining as if to say ''I'm here! ''<br>I turn it off and begin my quest for silence<br>once more.<br>The refridgerator lets out a God-awful noise<br>that makes me jump.<br>It only last a few seconds but it's enough<br>to ruin the mood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I begin to wonder if silence <br>can ever truly be found<br>in a house that is lived in.<br>I go sit in the living room.<br>As I plop down on the micro-suede couch<br>and listen to the music it makes against my flannel pajamas<br>I laugh.<br>Who wants silence? <br>I love the sounds of my life.<br>This house is full of sounds...<br>love, laughter, water dripping, lights flickering, <br>the clocks ticking....<br>and I'm listening<br>and loving every sound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Nagy">Mary Nagy</a><div class=q>
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where the silence is sometimes deafening
(when I have thoughts on my mind
that need to be discussed) .
As I clear my mind to listen
to the silence
I realize there is no silence here.
The ticking of the old wind-up alarm..."></div>
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