Poem By Lesten WhitePigeon

Blaring horns inpatient morning rush
Airplanes forcing there way across the sky
Deadlines broken and dreams crushed
Bosses screaming with no reason why
Thunder rumbling rattling your ear
Yet able to pick a conversation out of a crowd
Something that was never made clear
How silence could be so loud

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