I can hear the man
Perched on a platform
Behind the reading stand
Underneath the collar
Scanned by dozens of eyeballs
Frozen in the expectation
Of a lightbeam, of a stumble,
I can hear the man.
But his words
Are dead sounds.
Franck Joseph
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Wow!! Its so beautifully written
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Thanks Dulcy for reading and commenting these few lines.
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