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She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
During the day, she walks the cobblestone path
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

The market’s her design to see what she can find
Clickty-clack, the men on horses bustling past her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

The beggars she offers food because she is kind
People shouting and yelling selling their goods
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

She tries to find a way to her home but becomes intertwined
Trumpets blare, knights emerge, and jugglers perform
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

Onto his horse he swiftly lifts her, and she feels divine
From the streets he has saved her, the face she remembers 
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind
 
Her lover she has found, finally she is defined
In his arms he holds her, his love he tells of her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

I followed the format of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night."

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