There was a time when voices were silent,
Communication was done, but voices were violent.
Words got out of hearts through sent and seen,
Passing by each other like strangers, became a routine.
But every night again they all rejoice,
The fights did not lower the pitch of voice,
Instead several yellow faces were there to define.
A group was made with people in a room combine,
They met again with flashes on their faces.
Yet the silence was so loud, it kept growing on a daily basis,
It starts wailing when the keyboard shuts up as well,
And the voices in the head get so loud like a bell.
It even silences the voices of the characters behind the screen,
It felt like someone was taking yellow out of my green.
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