#4150 poetry

photo : San Pedro, Atacama desert

Stone Silence

The light falls like a thought on the silence of the  flagstones.

Just me and the echo of centuries,

A discreet  wind makes its way through the open window

Solitude, my friend, is talking to me and shapes me  in the cathedral of my mind 

 

 
 

 

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