Passing through, she almost turned a blind eye
to a face silently poised in a state of
half-absence.
. . . . .
Heaving a deep and heavy sigh, the stranger turns his gaze
to the unending resistless expanse of a burning blue sky.
Scattered, here and there, the still points of a past
returned.
Tucked inside his thoughts, his mood loosens – the
salt,
the water begins to flow as an ageless, changeless
memory
dislodges in full disclosure, intimately caressing his
spirit
as it continues its drift through the air into the
light of song.
. . . . .
sorrow –
tears –
silence – song
. . . . .
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