Synphony of the World
The synphony of the world plays along every night,to the tune of crashing waves,
hidden out of sight.
The melodious footstep blend into my ears,
to the beat of pounding rain,
louder than his shattered tears.
The voices of my own mind seems to start a lucid rhyme,
to the melody of the ticking clock,
that shaters silence and jump-starts time.
The world goes round,
everything screams and everyone sings,
simply because of sound.
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