Is there no noise here?
The setting moon doesn't whisper to me,
But I feel the wind's only tear.
The shutter of a camera's eye feels too near,
Though I know it wouldn't listen to my plea.
Is there no noise here?
The roots' climbing stills, stopping in my ear.
I itch and smile with glee,
But I feel the wind's only tear.
I feel my skin sear.
I jump into the sea.
Is there no noise here?
The distance between me and the bottom is sheer,
I no longer look up to the breeze,
But I feel the wind's only tear.
The dark is clear.
I cannot see.
Is there no noise here?
But I feel the wind's only tear.
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