Listen Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders
Listen
Listen to the flecks of rain
That fall on dusty ground
Listen to the bird's sweet song
As earth's waking comes around
Listen to the baby's cry
As it enters in this world
Listen to the mother's tears
as they melt death's chilling swirls
Listen to the lover's call
At midnight in the rain
Listen to the shreaks of war
As they batter soft domains
Listen to your heartbeat
As it swells the mighty crowd
Listen...... hear life's tapestry.....
good... bad...... indifferent...... loud
A lovely poem, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. n_n Extremely skilled, keep up the good work!
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4/28/2024 6:31:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Precisely, if we know how to listen we know how to feel a thing, and if we listen to others whether its a praise or a problem confided, we know how to fit in their shoes, thus emphathy. In this world, whatever we see, if we just listen so keenly, we wont go astray, somehow we missed that at times. That's an awakening poem. I was touched. Thanks for sharing.