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Oct 2013
The breeze moves gently
Through the grass
Disturbing not a blade.

The only sounds
Besides the sobs are
The sounds of butterflys.

I listen closely,
I hear a dew drop
Fall lightly to the ground.

Where is the thunder?
The sound of dying men?
I hear the sound of quite.
Written by
Randall Smith  Texas
(Texas)   
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