Of nitrogen, oxygen and other breathable gasses,
There would be no sound transmitted to our ears in
Vibratory shock waves, no baby cries, dog barks, no
“Timber!” yelled for falling trees, no crisp rustling
Leaves raked by the autumn breeze, not even angry
Screams or the faintest whispers of I love you, not
The slightest ping of a pin-drop, nada, nothing, more
Leaves raked by the autumn breeze, not even angry
Screams or the faintest whispers of I love you, not
The slightest ping of a pin-drop, nada, nothing, more
Silence than cat paws gliding across pillows of cotton.
Just imagine the deafening sound of absolute quiet,
Not even a door slamming shut, that sudden jolt com-
ing from the apartment down the hall. Not to men-
Just imagine the deafening sound of absolute quiet,
Not even a door slamming shut, that sudden jolt com-
ing from the apartment down the hall. Not to men-
tion, that without the gaseous mixture which we have
come to know yet rarely appreciate, it would be most
Stiflingly impossible to gasp for that one last breath.
come to know yet rarely appreciate, it would be most
Stiflingly impossible to gasp for that one last breath.
Chris Hanch 10-3-15
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