
Without Sound by: Ronovan
Without sound there are no shouts
The angry face is a twisted stain
Left impressed upon a catalogued mind
Filled with slavering jabbering paintings
Without sound there are no voices
Smiling lady with purple dress
Man with cheap cologne
Little girl with bashful eyes
Without sound there are no divides
Intelligence in action
Kindness in being
Nationality in humanity
Without sound there is music
Hearts beating against one another
Vibrations of a touch echoing
Pounding of blood with the rush of love
Without sound actions speak louder than words
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