Sound Of Silence

Sound Of Silence short poem

Uploaded by EVELYN ACHOMOBEL


Shuuuuuuush! And listen!
Listen carefully,
To the rebirth of emotions strengthening bonds
Bonds disguised in ignorance
Listen, to the birth of revolutionary ideas which mother creativity
Creativity which sprinkles glitter ❇ to this earth inform of epic art, soul touching entertainment, awing technology
Listen deep to the echo of emerging remedies for gratification
Listen in to the pulse of a broken heart as it slows down to harmonise with defeat
Pay attention to the sound of a despairing mind marooned by challenge
Give heed to a mourning soul vainly healing vacuum wounds
Bingo, the sound of a falling heart, falling with a speed of lightening, falling profoundly with the perfection of day to day dreams

THAT’S THE ENCHANTING SOUND OF SILENCE

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Born and lives in Uganda Studying medicine Profoundly in love with literal wealth in all its forms
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