Here Sounds LonelyA Poem by ConstanceHere sounds lonely Tocking clock Dripping faucet Chirping crickets Tires thumping bricks As they move past Never stopping here
Here sounds lonely No intakes of breath No dreamy murmurings No chatter or musings No patterings of feet The world rolls by Never stopping here
Here sounds lonely Happy songs become sad Comedies become tragedies So now I listen to silence Watch the cracked wall As time passes slowly Never stopping
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7 Reviews Added on October 11, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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