Noise
The sun glints off of the water
And the day will only get hotter
The water is still surprisingly cool
A day at a time
I move a little down the line
As if following a guiding rule
Silence is golden
But I’ve never been beholden
To a need for very much speech
Alone I’ve been walking
Only quietly stalking,
With the best singers that ever could teach
With my head thrown high
I sing up at the sky,
And they too belt it along.
I’d have gone mad
So quiet and sad
Without the love of a song
This poem is about:
Me
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