Ear inside…
Lost inside their ears are the dreams
they dressed for dance, but not to keep
an ear upon the wind may miss the
scurry of vole or even the meeting of
chance, for if there is but a draught
upon the ear I fear this could be a
message missed or the gentle
whisper of a lover waiting to
be kissed…
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I believe our senses are being stripped from us by our machines. People walk past now with not as much as a nod, they have their music ear pieces in and are oblivious to what's around them. What happens if we were left without them, would we ever get them back. Could we hear the animal in the wild, or the whisper of an enemy or friend. Thank you for your thoughts and comments. Love Roscoe...