| the song of my Beloved aches into the silences as wind breathes night against my open window. the street outside is oceansound, daytime debris crashing onto sidewalk shores,but i listen only to your silence breaking over trees and rooftops, spilling magic to delight the dawn when she arrives. sirens in the distance echo with this age of wrath but i listen only to your aching silence breathing through my open window. |
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| *image: luongo pino |