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Not a sound

Sitting atop the mountain-
Losing time with the clouds,
A loud cry to men, not heard;
Like a fallen tree in the forrest.
Not a sound

Speaking with a reverence,
To whomever will hear-
Fast- paced lives, delivers the blow.
As harsh as the North winds,
Not a sound

A victim of the grind-
Going with the flow,
As not to become a painful,
Splinter in the side.
Not a sound

Existing within our time frames-
Like the rusting hinge,
Of my closed door.
Locked, as is my mind;
Not a sound

Born naked to the World-
Masking our world with walls,
Craving the gentle touch;
Blanketing our fears, with cries-
Not a sound

Author notes

We all are labelled by society...sometimes believing those labels and giving way to a lesser pain, I go to the mountain top to clear my thoughts....helps me to sometimes be heard...Peace..Mudd
Written February 28th, 2003

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  • Redstormy gold member
    April 7, 2003
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    Hey Mud this is awesome, I don't believe in labels either. Sometime my heart does this.......

    Sitting atop the mountain-
    Losing time with the clouds,
    A loud cry to men, not heard;
    Like a fallen tree in the forrest.
    Not a sound


    Beautiful write as usual my friend.

    Red

  • bratessoffire
    March 6, 2003
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    Very good

    This was an excellent write Muddy. The different emotions stirring in this really grab the reader's attention. You did a great job.
    *Jamie*


  • Kalexi
    February 28, 2003
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    Beautiful write Very peaceful and comforting to read


    Karen