The voice of silence
I woke at three when duty called,
The night was quiet, the world so small.
But then I heard a gentle sound,
The plastic covers moving around.
By day they stir, yet go unheard,
Lost in the rush of every word.
But in the night their voices stay,
So clear, they will not fade away.
Somethings are heard better when the world stays still.
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