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Poem Asa Copyright 2000 Poems in the light of day and poems in the dark of night.. The green leaves in the birch tree are singing just for me.. Making a sound of summer..as far as I can see.. Sound--I have been without it, the longest time it seems... Yet somehow I remember I've had it in my dreams The sky is somehow bluer when I open up my eyes Clouds are moving faster in the never ending skies.. So tell me, can you hear it, the sound of water running by? So sweet, to hear it and then lay down and die.. I used to take for granted so many things, my friend, I lost all my hearing but that was not the end.. The silence might have killed me Instead it made me see That I am not the surface I am the inner me.. So watch the gentle movement of the summer breeze Embrace your emotions and you will NEVER freeze, Silence, isolation, deafness can make you cry-- It is even harder when no one can tell you why-- I ran and ran and kept on running To forget the the pain and aching But deep down I knew that I was only faking So lay me down in grassy slopes Surround me with those sounds of hope Summer all around us, leaves that glitter in the sun I will no longer fake it and I will never run.. I am ending with a kiss dear A prayer against all fear We have to be together You have to hold me near When our hearts are beating together as one I know my soul is honest and God's will is done

Thankful Ramblin Copyright 2000 Is there any body out there listening to what I'm missing~? Can any body out there see what I can't hear~! If it's changed would you let me know. I used to hear the flowers grow, so please let me know, that what I see, hasn't silenced because of me. Oh I hear sounds, yes, every day, but these aren't the sounds I mean. The snap of a twig, the crunch of the snow of the leaves that rustle, still green. The subtle sounds are the sounds I miss, the water slapping the shore, Of softly walking, and humming bird flight, Oh yes, and there's so much more. Though I'll be thankful for what I have, For so much worse could it be. And thankful too, for all I have, with what I'm able to see.

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