its the golden speech they speak of,

that which screams in utter meekness,

the pitch of alarm that resounds,

before an injustice ensues,

the wisdom that remains,

after the fool triumphs in discourse,

the noisy siren,

when a maelstrom of emotions erupts,

the peace we accord the fallen,

a momentary honor,

the outerwear when shame is all about,

it is the verbosity  when a lesson is learnt,

the bitter saliva swallowed with pride,

the cardinal tongue for all lovers,

when vocal language could not  possibly suffice,

the ornate jewel in each throat,

now shush.


2 thoughts on “what’s that sound?

be sure to purge (thoughts,ideas,complaints) if at all you feel the nudge

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