Wednesday, November 19th, 2008 | Author: markross
The soothing sounds of silence whisper in my ear, the birds at my window chirping are all I really hear. There is no need now for thinking, for my mind is at a rest; it’s these few times alone, I really feel my best. The outside world seems empty, it’s here I’d rather stay; although it must seem lonely, it’s here I’ll spend my day. Copyright © 2005 Mark Ross
Category: Poetry
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