A Mime of my Own
An Ode to the Quiet Storm.
Subtlety, the kinetic energy begins to stand still.
I envision the moment of calmness and anticipate the thrill.
Leaning back to hear the abyss of muted white noise
Even all of the mimes worldwide live for the nonverbal joys
Never has it changed it's stance in the midst of confusion.
Concurrently, it is has been an ally to my observant little heart despite countless delusions.
EVERYBODY ! Take a deep breath, hush and appreciate the number one noise canceller for it's timeless art.
About the Creator
Ceirra Evans
Since 2021, I have been a member of the Vocal community and it has been great. What started as a challenge to try something new became a hobby I've grown to enjoy. Please leave any feedback or comments! Thank you for reading :)
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Abyss of muted white noise, I especially loved that! You nailed this challenge!