ListeningA Poem by AlexaThe whistles drive my mind crazy The wind plays with my ears The silent made me become hasty The lack of sound is not something for my heart I am losing life...meaning The sound, even the crazy whistles, are gone The music doesn't fit again I can't even hear my moan The sound... is lost when I stopped listening © 2008 Alexa |
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Added on August 21, 2008 |