in the hour of silence
nature speaks for us:
in the soothing sound of rain
tenderly touching leaves of green
in a dark storm cloud from sea
to which the waves and soul open their sails
in the quiet gleam of the flowering moon.
❧
(Will we ever be more than silence again? ...)
3 comments:
there's always a way to unfold silence into a song, sooner or later..:) beautiful one, dear Martin, as always
Maybe. Thank you ~~
Yes!
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