the voice with no sound By: Franklin

There exist a silent language
With no sound or alphabet
Only spended pictures
Host of vision
In them the world reflects upon
Thoughts of the heart
Solutions of unexpressed dreams
The language of images
Bright as the midday sun
Blue sky in the expanse
The rustling of wings
The overflowing of night
Silence of a falling star
The rumbling of the sea
With sunrises and sunsets
Letting us be free
All of us
Wherever we make home