What will happen,
When I run out of things to say?
Nothing,
My heart will break,
And I'll Silently go away.
Words spoken will for ever resonate, Across the oceans and mountains They will for ever reverberate!
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What a lovely, sad, poem! But we all in the end silently go away. We are all leaves of autumn falling from the trees. But as as I- this particular leaf- floats downward- I find great happiness in the beauty of poems like this. Thank you, Sandra!