Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
as I listen to, or am bombarded by, the eternal ringing in my ears
Silence is an impossible dream
Watching the leaves in spring stretch and yawn
Watching the rose petals romance the world
Watching the beautiful deaths colour the postcards
Watching the snowflakes’ individualities show us how
Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
and here I sit crunching ginger biscuits
Silence is an impossible dream
Perfect first line, and the rest follows suit. Just a beautiful piece.
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Thanks very much 🙂
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