RushA Poem by SilentDreamer
We gather at the door Waiting for it- that sound Of the bell That releases us. When it does ring We stream through the Doorways, into the hallways Like the current of a river, Feet pounding. Voices chattering, Almost indistinct Like the hum of bees. Smells melding together in The air. Constantly being jarred and Bumped about Like traveling on a Country gravel road. © 2012 SilentDreamerReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 22, 2012 Last Updated on April 22, 2012 AuthorSilentDreamerAbout☼ Hey! Well I'm a writer, of course. I love hanging out with my friends, writing, reading, shopping, being outside, listening to music, cooking, gardening, photography, acting and playing guit.. more..Writing
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