Listen

Who said "hark, the harold angels sing"?;
i cant hear them.
i hear whispers through the wind,
as the leaves tumble over fallen branches.

When the sun comes out from hiding,
i hear no carols nor bells. I close my eyes and see colors and warmth flashes behind my lids,But no more.
Words have lost their meaning,how i wish my eyes could speak.
yet what would be the point,
if no one cared to listen?





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