The rivers cease to babble for me
For me the wind rustle silent leaves
For me the birds refuse to sing their songs
For me, the waves, their crashes are gone
For me, my loved ones footsteps have
vanished, footless ghosts they have become
For me, their sweet voices have become distant and lost
The slamming of doors has become so soft
For me, there are no available places
To join the symphony of those laughing faces
For me they sing lyric-less songs with no resounding applause
Yet for me the world holds its breath...is paused
A world fallen silent, as if waiting for me to speak
So I open my mouth to break this spell
But nothing, not a sound
Besides, how could I tell...
By M.G. Teagan
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