Bells peal from distant lands signaling processions of marching bands. One knows not if celebration or sorrw reigns, No tales of ecstativ pleasure of ghadtly pains. The clamorous cacophony bangs deep inside the soul, Evoking images of peaceful dreams forever untold. Silence owns a deafenign sound that tends to shake the bones. I hear the din surrounding me although I am alone.
Reason for writing:
I was alone in a huge house and occasionally would hear sounds coming from within the silence.
I kept thinking that they were there for me to hear, but I had to listen to them intently. They sounded far away
, but the more I listened, the less I could hear.
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