Voice Of Sound

VOICE OF SOUND

Emotion was there before the voice of sound
The senses processed by a mind order bound
Truthful circle is; "what goes around".

Human senses each one a unique door
Some say seven but there could be more
Each one precious so who keeps score.

The voices of conscience, choice and decisions
Good and true acts seldom need revision
Nor should the mind practice recidivism.

Lines etched on the wall and on the ground
Feelings preceded even the voice of human sound
Touch is what makes our world go around and around.

First came expressions of vocal sound
Then the lines that made the circle go around
Knowledge and discovery may be just part of earth bound.

Words are not provocative but only a human trait
Too often the emotions appear first and then it is too late
Time always moves forward and refuses to wait.

Sorrow explicit in the quiver of lips before the tears flow
>From deep inside; the tragedy almost every human will come to know
Purest of pure; every child, just as the flakes of wind driven snow.

Before the word of love ever seen or spoken
The human touch our eternal bond; never to be broken
Our mind is our chalice for life's events and time is but a token.

Words carry the thoughts that reside in our mind
The voice to present the image similar to a road sign.
There is no purpose or reason without the lines.

Human emotions provide character or disdain
The purpose of words are to embellish and also to explain
Is it the artist; the mind or the lines; we profane?

~A.H.O.~

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