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[aid] => mick
[title] => Listen A While
[time] => 2004-05-13 13:08:38
[hometext] => I think this is classed as nature, As nature is mentioned quite a bit, But I'm not sure. Wrote this today, first time I've wrote for a while.
[bodytext] => I've never really listened before, Always had my eyes open, Never once stopped and covered them, I have never heard this beauty, Without looking for it. But now I'll listen. I've closed my curtains, Muted my music, Opened the window. Now I hear. Summer 2004, Beautiful. There's birds in my guttering, I've never listened to their song, I always drowned them out, But now I'll listen, And their optomistic chirping, Raises my mood, I regret not listening before, Now, I'll listen a while longer, With a smile. I hear the occasional roar, Of wheels on tarmac, The harsh murmer of the engine, Softened by the hum of the tide, Crashing down upon the shore, Disturbing sand and stone, Yet sounding so peaceful, Calming, I'll listen a while longer. The harmonic voices, Of children playing as they pass, Unaware of me here, Listening, memories aroused by their laughing, And made up games, Their reaility Will they ever listen? A mixture of familliar noises, Barking dogs, Doors closing, People chatting, Babies crying, Even the wind, I've never really listened before, Never heard beauty this way, I always looked for it, There's no need to search, Just listen, And I'll listen a while longer. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 27 [informant] => sweet-poison [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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