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Reverberations
It is void,
The abscence,
The sound of
Absolute zero,
Of nothingness.
It clamors in my ears,
Pounds through my head,
Rattles into my bones
For it's attention.
It makes me notice it,
Acknowledge it's existence.
The reverberating echo
Of all that is not
Digs it's icy claws
Into my soul and demands
For me to love it.
I cannot stand the silence,
But my own voice has fallen,
Lost in the sands of time
That vanish into the winds
Of change, rustling through
Windchimes that make
Not a single sound
But their movement is seen.
Sounds like you're in a world
Sounds like you're in a world of your own.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Sounds like a nice
Sounds like a nice opportunity to relax and do nothing. Jump on it!!
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
"Windchimes that make Not a
"Windchimes that make
Not a single sound
But their movement is seen."
That line gave me goosebumps and pins and needles and ... well you get the idea. Nice Write ~A~
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