Still Poem by Rose Stern

Still

There comes a time when,
You finally see,
How still,
The world is,
When once it was full,
Of bustling noise,
And thrill,
It's gone quiet,
And the silence kills,
It's always been there,
But you've never before this seen,
How much it affects the world,
That you've been living in.


-r.s

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