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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