Making Noise by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)

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'There rests a silence that birds hear before they whisper mating call songs to the leaves of wise trees and lost evergreens'    

Just that little part of this poem seduces, enwraps one's delicate mind with such vivd words. Putting oneself in the poem and breathing in all the words that give a cool burning sensation in the chest, those similar to breathing the cold winter air.

An entrance to a moment of peace, a moment of tranquility. 

Making Noise by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)

The mist settles     
That African sun warms through the     
crisp, winter breath;     
the season smells     
fresh     
clean     
pure     
    
Between the daily noises     
lights, mobile phones     
bicycles, motorbikes, cars     
and trucks   
    
There rests a silence     
that birds hear     
before they whisper     
mating call songs     
to the leaves of wise trees     
and lost evergreens     
    
There's a dose of the     
medicinal     
in that quiet moment     
that rests inside 
like a pillow   
waiting     
on a bed     
for nightfall     
-while the sheets sleep     
    
Preparing for a     
morning alarm     
and     
wake-up-call     
    
    
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/310665-making-noise/