Quiet Riot
Words without meaning endure
Linger on the floor of boredom
As if they had more prominence
Said to be repeated in silence as clear
Whispers of importance visit the forest
Where ancient whispers are still born
Just over the hill around the bend
Rivers flow out of their depth
Out of reach and speechless
Thoughts flow with them crowded
They keep quiet to keep the peace
And listen for a heart beat in the distance
Coming in cloudy but clear
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2020
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