Silence of the Crowd
Silence of the crowd is sweet to my ears that hear only whispers that hide the truest tide time brings so will she, initially, as hidden as a pretty coat veil from far a land as thee hail bloomed is the moon-struck happiness that confounded darkness by joy untold and sadness lies still unabashed my conscience stood for there the wolves bade me adieu, my lonely heart sings songs that scream of whispers of the same old feeling, in dignity, parted the guilt and shame and left only what's left of me. Silence of the crowd frantic as a fervor-driven famine that threatened a looming larceny come to feed the hands of hell so shall we, similarly, for the stars infinite touch each grain of sand with solemnity that skewers soul near the empty shell may be no warmth, nor coldness felt and swirling swift mist i missed now misses all the sparkles of fire that is ignited with passion and guile and ironic ideas, for what seemed like vines of venerability now seems to me, something unravelled as gh