As a word of silence flows by my ear
I hear too much of the noise
The breathless silence of a wrong move to be made
Or the breeze of a mouth as the word
stops on a tongue
A feather would fall with great ease and crash with a flutter on the ground the noise being too loud for some ears
The sly fox's tail twitching with stealth warning his victim
A man's whisper of mourning falling to the ears of a deaf child
The noise of nothing is that of which I hear too much of
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Some Words of Madness or Power
PoésieThis is just some poems, or whatever you want to call it. So I guess here it is... They are all different, but also a little dark. Hope you enjoy! P.s I think it is good, ok obviously I think it's good, they are my poem after all, but please read...
