For a moment, a quietness is sought and the rapid fluttering of wings is like a tornado.
In the stillness of the world, the slightest rustling of the leaves is too loud.
The crashing tides against the shores are too much to bear in this solitude.
In this maddeningly unhelpful silence, I hear a name, far away.
An echo strangely calms a troubled mind in a sweet way.
In the stillness of the world, the slightest rustling of the leaves is too loud.
The crashing tides against the shores are too much to bear in this solitude.
In this maddeningly unhelpful silence, I hear a name, far away.
An echo strangely calms a troubled mind in a sweet way.
Wow. I literally look for words to as to what to comment when I read your posts.
ReplyDeleteThank you for those lovely words!
DeleteBtw, I've replied to your letter, and have sent it as a snail-mail.