I wonder if silence knows
the potency of a whisper.
Time hides in shadows of clouds
the whispers in twilight hours.
They both scream to the air
echoing across the sky
in rhythms on the wind
distance frees them.
A dirge plays in the breath of the aura
free of flesh I lose myself in the serenity
of the silence that follows
only ambience left behind.
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