Thursday, 1 August 2024

quietude

 quietude


it is the silence

through the open french doors

borne by a breeze across the flowers


it enters my mind


august the first if you must know 


thoughts turn easily into words

nodding with bees

the lavender understands in essence


it is silence that begets the profound


but you have to wait in silence for the silence

utter not one word

but wait



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