//CRY//
SlowlyWhen the silence muttered noise
She cried like
a music
blend of
old notes
often heard at sea shore
or with serpentine harp.
Happiness has no speech
Sadness groans sobbing pain
One could never outline a
Lie or a cry
She but cried
with a few words galloped
I could neither understand nor escape
A world that remained in why
She cried a cry
through time
through space
but
the world has no time to listen
the sound of love
the sound of pain
the sound of hunger
the sound of nothingness
The night rolled on.
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