We try to put on a disguise,
through fear of locking eyes.
To roam the world looking down,
afraid of storms that make no sound.
Being pushed further down the abyss,
we decide it is time to finally resist.
Before we can no longer hear our cries,
before the wonder around us dies,
we must arise.
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.