So breathe and begin!
Two hundred and seventy
And then some
Days spent blind
But now they are nothing
Great symphony of sound
May it mark the start
Like a gun for a race: scream!
Great symphony of sound
A thousand oceans over sand
Worldly winds flow and work
Scraping stones. That is the sound
And that is it’s rough flow
Of ins and outs
Through the mouth and nose
Steadily without pattern
Which does heave hearts
Fill fingers with tingles
Make all want to shout
Hug, kiss, cry and live!
Oh great symphony of sound, do you promise not to end
Do you promise not to go
Oh great symphony of sound, promise not to leave me
Lying silent and alone.
by Isaiah Michalski, 17, Babelsberger Filmgymnasium, Potsdam Germany
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