You'll hear the roosters,
Sometimes a fight of furrs.
I hear coaling woods and the axe pounding.
They are the sound of the morning
The chirping of the birds,
And the mooing of the cow on the herds.
I hear children laughin' and gets tired soon.
They are the sound of a high-noon
You'll hear mufflers heading home,
And a strum of guitar, a man playin' alone.
I hear woman using her broom.
They are the sound of the afternoon.
The leaves rustles,
As the wind hustles.
I hear crickets and bugs out of my sight.
They are the sound of the night.
You will hear hearbeat sound,
No obvious where to be found.
I hear deafening sense.
They are the sound of silence.
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The Sound Of Silence
PoetryThis is a poem that I wrote during my quarantine period, when I got home from Manila. It was indeed a long night that's full of loneliness adding-up in my sorrowful heart.
