Tuesday, 26 April 2016

In silence we hear so much




Silence

when a motorbike stops

in the early hours~

or when a baby stops crying.

Silence, when words  can say 

no more.

The  sea

when seagulls fly

against the wind.

After a snowfall,

that quiet.


Last night when you came home

I imagined you smelled of wildlfowers 
and little birds.

I was silent.

Happy,
silent.




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