Clock – The Daily Post prompt
The boisterous soul rattled its
crumbled house.
It was the time for a respite.
The feeble body
let a despondent sigh.
It had to set the eternal bird
free for a new flight.
Eyes rolled wild, the moment
had come to break
a life-long alliance.
The breathings froze,
clock stopped ticking.
And all that remained
was silence.
Midnight Soprano 
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Beautiful!
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Silence could be so enigmatic. Thanks for a beautiful post.
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Oh so quick…..keep up the good work.
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Thanks. Writing should enthrall you and must have a meaning to it. Yours is a nice mix of the two.
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