Tinging of tiny bells,
Laughter of young children,
Sobs of a grieving mother,
Wind whistling a lost tune,
Waves crashing upon the earth
Music by the many pieces abound
Secrets from their bloodied lips
Messages and pleas from dear friends
Always near and surrounding us
Its suffocating or reliving to one
It can be lifted up or dropped down
In light it dances and breaks darkness
It brings stories to life and hope across mountains
Bitter, sweet, harsh, gentle
Cold, warm, loud, quiet
All words describe this and it utters so
Nothing drones it nor can it be burned
Transmitted over oceans or close to your ear
All of this and more for it is
Sound
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Verses from Knowhere
PoetryWhere the pen meets the page, Where reality and dreams collide, Wishes and curses can be true, Adventures and normality can co-exist How many words must be used to express my feelings? Take a peek inside my heart Hear my calls and see my stories Ta...
