I have a friend who cannot hear, yet she does not complain,
how she can stay in constant cheer, my words cannot explain.
She can hear a flower bloom and smell it in the rain,
deafness is a silent tomb that words cannot explain.
The world of silence is profound; I cannot feel her pain,
a mind that cannot hear a sound, my words cannot explain.
Creative thought that sound destroys, I wish I could obtain
but how to live without the noise, my words cannot explain.
She speaks to me with pen in hand and poetry refrain,
how she makes me understand, my words cannot explain.
Some people scoff and even worse, I think they’re inhumane,
Amera knows about the curse, yet words cannot explain.


















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