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In an empty park a girl walks by,
With a grey feather in her hand
To nobody she will ever speak, 
About nothing she will ever laugh

She stays on that same bench
Away from her kind, away from her journey 
She hears a bird singing from a rotten tree
Two stories apart - different pages of life

Descending light sparks hope from a far land
She longs for the feathers, she longs for the song
She longs for the holding hands, 
She longs to hold on

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<center>*This is my entry to the poetry contest #2 by @terrycraft. The current theme is **Silence**.*</center>

<center>*This poem was workshopped by the good people at [**The Writers’ Block**](https://steemit.com/writing/@gmuxx/meet-the-writers-block). On this poem, @jonknight gave some constructive feedbacks, making the words flow much better. Thanks a million!*</center>


###### Photo by me, an empty bench in Paris
!steemitworldmap 48.850781 lat 2.333211 long Just in front of St. Sulpice Church, Paris d3scr