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Who says there was silence in the dawn?
When all I hear is the stillness,
of cherubs and seraphs
whispering through light.
Who says there was darkness?
When all I see is the absence,
of light and freewill
confined in space and time.
Who smells dirt?
When all I perceive is alteration,
of a done matter
switching roles.
Who got a problem with salt?
When all I taste is sweet or sour,
of solids and liquids
with a tang of brine.
Who denies the presence of emotions?
When all I feel is real,
of highs and lows
that I may become complete.
