The Spoken Words

Some people suffer false awakening,
To hear this very quiet conversation,
A hundred thousand senses imitating,
With any visual communication.

So many words they never dare convey!
An angry little biddy Mister kite!
Another lonely visual display,
Being blinded by the shedding light.

No one and only one I could decipher!
A million people on a closing scene.
Are you afraid of truth or sound designer,
The lyrics from an English killer queen.

Not knowing even though they soon awaken!
What had so many thoughts without convey!
No laughter nor direct manipulation,
On his daily visual display.

He never needs another leading mime!
For any very common comprehension,
That happens only when a golden chime,
Is from the most unnatural selection.

Surrounded by a twinkle twinkle little.
To reach a state of language comprehension!
I could create an age habitual,
At the most unnatural selection.

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Poem Written by me