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May 2010
What does silence sound like,
does it even exist anymore?
In these days of everything electric,
with their tiny little hums,
and the sound of noise pollution,
everywhere you go.

Is there a place left nearby,
or anywhere on this earth;
Where it's so quiet you can hear the breeze;
Where it's so quiet you can hear the dew,
pool on grassy stalks and trickle down into the soil;
Where it's so quiet the very sound of your,
own breathing seems like an intrusion;
Where it's so quiet that you can hear everything, and yet nothing.

If such a place does exist,
it's only because we haven't found it yet.
I don't think I have ever written poetry that doesn't rhyme. So be gentle on me as this is my first attempt.
A Thomas Hawkins
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A Thomas Hawkins  Canada
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