Thursday, July 2, 2015


1I could hear the silence.

Not, I could hear nothing;
but I could hear silence.

The world whispered around me softly and did not presume to disrupt my peace.

scratches on a stone,
questioning glance
tilted up and wondering...

Stillness meant danger and death,
worry warning and fear
all conveyed in a single

I breathed.

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