Allen Bussell
musings - renderings - land planning - tech
Monday, September 2, 2013
The loud silence
That I would hear your silence again,
glimpse the quiet escaping from your eyes.
The wisp of a breeze your smile,
Your tears the rustling of morning dew tenuously perched upon a petal.
In the quiet much is said,
sometimes screaming in moments mute.
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