• Lucy Jayne


Silence. She cannot hear my whispers, instead she reads my hands. She cannot hear my sighs, instead she reads my face. She cannot hear my tears, instead she reads my eyes. She cannot hear the sea..... As she runs and smiles her laughter fills the air. She is perfect in every way. I hear her voice as she fills her life with dreams of what will be. In a world that to her is silent.



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