There are those
deaf to everything
but noise
Sounds that
beat on a drum
E’™en the music that sweetens
But where are those
that hear
the sound of love
the beat of the heart in need
Whe’™re they that hear the sound
of the rising sun
or moon
the laughter of trees
and bees
and of flowers too
Hear their cries
when plucked or felled
After which is heard
but
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