Feet that move up and down, some noisy. Some silent without a sound.
Mouths that mumble, mouths that kiss. Mouths shut firmly, some mouthing… ‘it’s you I miss’.
Mouths moving up and down, some making sense others just a meaningless sound.
Noisy cars, bikes that roar. Machines thundering and planes that soar.
Resounding noises going up and down. Some we cannot live without others best confined to underground.
Could life be lived at a more gentle pace, or are we simply a noisy race?
Build me a screen behind which I could disappear until there’s something I want to hear!
Invaded, insulted, threatened or worse. Why is noise such a curse?
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