The water is shocked into stillness. No one cries.
Slowly emptiness returns to the mirror from which you startled it. The trees begin to whisper behind the wind's back.
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2 comments:
"The trees begin to whisper behind the wind's back." Lovely! :)
Can you also give us some interpretation of your enigmatic writings?
I loved this: "The trees begin to whisper behind the wind's back."
-P
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