Silence
Whispers, whispers
the wiind doth blow.
Listen, listen.
The silence doth show
the light, the love, the life
We can never know
Unless wind strips
Whispers from silence
As bark strips from treetrunks.
Leaving stark naked truth,
Which bleeds sadness
But clots freedom.
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