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The Sounds of Quietness
I am sitting in my yard, on the brink of a summer day.
All is quiet, but not quiet; perhaps noises just very far away.
Leaves laugh and jostle one another in childish play,
and everything is whispering
-as if afraid to wake some terrible reality.
Birds chirp softly to the lazy insects who hum cordially in reply.
I am surrounded by the sounds of quietness
while all malicious things slumber far away.
All is quiet, but not quiet; perhaps noises just very far away.
Leaves laugh and jostle one another in childish play,
and everything is whispering
-as if afraid to wake some terrible reality.
Birds chirp softly to the lazy insects who hum cordially in reply.
I am surrounded by the sounds of quietness
while all malicious things slumber far away.
Published 6th Dec 2012
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