Study Hall

Study Hall

A Poem by Petrichor

Everybody's quiet.
Dreaming.
Thinking.
In my head Pink Floyd's
Dark Side of The Moon plays.
My fingers move silently
creating this exact work.
The song plays
and plays
and plays.
Till there's no more
song to be sung.
Everybody's still quiet.
Another hour.
Dreaming.
Thinking.

© 2014 Petrichor


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Added on September 19, 2014
Last Updated on September 19, 2014
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Petrichor
Petrichor

VA



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