photo: Westland, Christchurch, a place full of silence that speaks.
The voice of silence,
so profound, haunting,
is the one that speaks the most,
that speaks the best.
Words then endeavour
to convey what it means.
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#4027 poetry
Let’s entangle our paths where necessary for us to meet, possibly at the crossroads of the seasons, unpredictable, I might add, besides I am satisfied with little: colours, shadows, words, voices, sounds and it’s almost too much.