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A thousand beautiful sounds in the deep
Lively shouting, crying, whistling, singing
A thousand unique voices we can’t keep
From fading, disappearing, dying,
Now, as a haunting silence spreads
Over all the natural world,
Of the once rich cloth, only threads
Remain, waning away, fumes whirled.
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Not sure about the ending, I was hesitation with Remain, withering in fumes whirled but didn’t find it as poetic…
Really interesting article to read by the way, about natural soundscapes that have lost their rich background and still keep on disappearing today, little by little but always faster. Soundscapes that we might never recover, even a little.
Tales of Ore 
I like the ending, I think you have captured this well 😊
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Thank you for the kind comment! :)
I’m often hesitant when writing and this time I really wasn’t sure if I had made the right choice…
Glad to read you liked it! :D
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Definitely! I know the feeling 😊 I find it helps sometimes to tell yourself no one else has to read it if you feel it doesn’t work and then just have fun, something awesome generally comes out and you want to share it with everyone!! All the best with your writing! 😊
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Right, I somrtime tell myself that when I really can’t find anything good in my writing and then end up with something not so bad… x)
Thank you very much, the same to you! :)
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