He was a child,
With an opening door,
But he turned into a closed door,
And he thought the whole world,
Well, he thought it was not with his mind,
The brain evaporates the air into the nostrils,
Like water runs straight down and all down
Sung for every human,
And every child might ask why they pay fees,
And every baby animal might feel why fear,
But he was a child with an opening door,
But now he, in his closed door,
He thought, why share if it is not with his mind,
But his Creator, the Spirt, the One,
Reside with him as with every spirit.
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A Deaf Writer's Random Words: Silence Unleashed
Poetry"A Deaf Writer's Random Words: Silence Unleashed" is a journey that encourages readers to embrace the Deaf Writer's mind within the randomness of life's words, expressing that even in silence, a profound mind can be interesting, and the voice of the...
