A brook steams down south
Running water whispers
Rolling against the rocks
WHITE OCEAN
Close in, cracking cold
Still alone the earth bubbles
A white cloud at sea
The loudest sound
is the sound
one is waiting to hear.
A sound that one is used to,
and just disappears.
A noise that one is expecting,
and than never comes.
The loudest noise in the world
Cannot be hear, but can be expected/
A sound that had died.
A noise that has left.
A sound that’s never coming back.
Ostracized, isolated, alone
She stands in number of one.
A tall beautiful girl
With no one to hug
No one to talk to.
The eyes strike her,
like a knife slicing through a pear.
She breaks down
and runs away
From everything she knows
Because not even her shadow will walk beside her.
Close in, cracking cold
Still alone the earth bubbles
A white cloud at sea
The Loudest Sound in the World
The loudest sound
is the sound
one is waiting to hear.
A sound that one is used to,
and just disappears.
A noise that one is expecting,
and than never comes.
The loudest noise in the world
Cannot be hear, but can be expected/
A sound that had died.
A noise that has left.
A sound that’s never coming back.
Alone
Ostracized, isolated, alone
She stands in number of one.
A tall beautiful girl
With no one to hug
No one to talk to.
The eyes strike her,
like a knife slicing through a pear.
She breaks down
and runs away
From everything she knows
Because not even her shadow will walk beside her.
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