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Everything is still Hushed Inaudible Silent The trees could barely hear each others whisper And the old man falls quickly in a downward slumber Just one bird flying in the sky Just one hope passing by The heavens pregnant with gladness Could not contain the clouds sadness It spills hope of gloom in thin air spilling showers far and near peculiar ***** Bizarre I searched deeply to find my voice within A solace voice that has been raging under my skin I wanted to give them a piece of my mind But prudence kept me intact The voice kept shouting above my head And the message that has been stifled for so long Found the courage to break out chanting a victory song.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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