Yeah.
I listen.
A sound fastens
Itself to my ears
Which were treated
By the sound
Which delicately surrounds
My mind
A rapturous cry
Doesn’t die
Lies on the ground
Weeps of the sound
That surrounds and entwines
My pathetic mind
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