November 7, 2011

No hush, no noise....

no hush, no noise
I hear the silence
moving past my face
in this usual night
where some effects remain unusual
but still the leaves quiver
to some unheard songs
those are yet to be sung;
no, it’s not the breeze
nor the nightingale
preparing to croon
for this stillness carry its words
within, and chant
with the departure
of the unknown.


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