When there is nothing to say and nothing to feel
to the center of the compass fall directions
Winds swirl into calm waves against the keel
connections splinter sun's reflections
Mist of dreams, intoxicated themes,
broken eddies drift in rhyme
Bleeding noise, sunshine silence redeems,
hushed clouds of cotton ball clocks chime
The stillness of breath of an infant sleeping,
burning candle light's sound,
ethereal joy through silk sands seeping,
on silent notes, home is found
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: April 26th, 2024 03:23
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
,and few there be that find it.
Thank you for your review and comment it is most appreciated and valued.
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi
Silence can be a great healer soren.
Andy
Thanks Gold yes it can. As all things in this world it can go either way heal or serve as a place for anger and hatred to ferment. Appreciate the read and comment friend.
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