The Noise That Keeps Us
It’s in a day when no emotion feeds,
And everyone hustles to the time and the flings.
Only the birds chirp and sing
To cold souls worn
From walks and journeys,
Dead from the sounds
That swore to keep
Them in their place
Of the human race.
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