*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,
vacuous-
a minimalistic abstraction.
Words
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