Noise

The sun glints off of the water

And the day will only get hotter

The water is still surprisingly cool

 

A day at a time

I move a little down the line

As if following a guiding rule

 

Silence is golden

But I’ve never been beholden

To a need for very much speech

 

Alone I’ve been walking

Only quietly stalking,

With the best singers that ever could teach

 

With my head thrown high

I sing up at the sky,

And they too belt it along.

 

I’d have gone mad

So quiet and sad

Without the love of a song

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Jonaldo

Wow...awesome poem!

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