*10:20 am September 15

When words whisper like gentle December winds
embracing the silence of the sleeping earth,
they go miles away in their own solitude
as distant as the ether

i wonder if these words ever come back
and find their way home
do they shiver in the cold?

in the absence of the gods
they seem like an empty space,
a minimalistic abstraction.

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