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By Jack Joseph Smith
No Sound
Listen
I saw you and stars went away
There was a dew drop and a gaze
Class was everything
Time and place were gone
Grace and talent were near the wind
After all the stars even
did not thrust the night
And left with all of it
So slow I see you coming back through
Before another storm changes you
into stardust
Still I see you as a chance
Digging to find plant life
trust's the light