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Wed 30 Jul 2008

Poetry: To the deaf people

For a short time I worked in a deaf center as a connecter, I worked there as thier tongue. Our duty were to speak instead of them, when they encountered a problem. Before joining this club I haven't met any deaf and I didn't know how to speak and behave with them. I used to think they should be upset and dissapointed. But there, I saw many talented youth even better than ordinary people. They were so fresh and hopeful to the future. I was very impressed with them, and I could make good friend with them. Those days were of the best times of my life

Now I would like to dedicate this poem to my friends; I want to tell that I never forget those wonderful days

to the deaf people

My world is a shiny world
with stunning mounts and attractive mounds
with glorious landscapes and fragrant Rose

My world is a splendid world
with extensive ports and priceless hoards
with too many youths and so many old
...But
There is no voice in my magnificent world
My world is a silent world
.My world is a mute world
. I can't hear bird's song and sounds of the thunderbolts
I speak with my hands, I can't say a word

When the birds are singing their songs
or the waves are hitting the rocks
I wish I could hear the sounds

when the raindrops fall
or the rustle of leaves in the fall
I wish I could hear those sounds

Poet: Glorya

Written by: gloryaIn9:11 PM |