Inside the bubble I step.
The noisy crowd faded to a whisper.
A siren soon repeats nothing.
A song plays piano, softly, and bright.
The world once a distraction, is nothing more.
But a simple scenery filled with beauty.
More beautiful than the noise, silence is.
It gives the world a view and a meaning.
And so much more.
I love silent and don't really care for noise.I kind of grew up in it a little.This poem represents how I view silence.Please vote and comment your thoughts.
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