Noise

Imagine what it would be like floating off the edge of the Earth.

Conversations become murmers,

Car horns and police sirens dissapate 

and the songs of birds get carried away with the wind.

The only thing that gets louder is your breath,

and soon it stops,

and now

there is silence. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Thatstonergirl16

I like this a lot!!! <3

kkasza2015

Thank you so much!!

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