Shhh,
Can you hear her, silence
Can you hear her rumbles, silence
Can you hear her squill at the dust, silence
She’s trying to breathe
She’s trying to tear apart her bosom
So she could sweep,
sweep with excitement
Sweep without a shadow
Sweep away hindrances
Sweep to the edge of her friend, the rainbow
Sweep low enough to tickle Miss Rainbow
Silence, it’s beautiful
Soar, it’s beautiful
No reason to have a foundation when she’s singing
No reason not to glide when her melody begins tingling
No reason at all
No reason for sure
Silence, it’s beautiful
Open your heart
Open your mind
Open your dearest of souls
Whatever she says, is worth a ear Whatever she says, deserves a shhh
Whatever she expresses, is worthy of no violence
Whatever you say Miss Wind, is more beautiful than silence.
Beautiful, in a breathless, curt, old-world-majesty-meets-modern-precision kind of way. I enjoyed this.
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Thanks a lot. Much appreciated
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Very grand and majestic and big. I love it.
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🙂 thanks man. I’m often nervous when receiving reviews… Thank you again
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You’re kidding me.
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Cross my heart. Since I’m often writing with much metaphors….., I dread what meaning may be created from my work. I like reviews, but I’m often nervous. Fear of getting slammed or being completely misunderstood. Sometimes the reviews reveals something I didn’t think of.. which expands on the piece. It’s a 50-50 thing . Art right?
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I think it’s brave and necessary to just put it out there, critics be damned. True and genuine art will always be misunderstood and raise an eyebrow. Who’d want it any other way? I sure the hell wouldn’t! 🙂 (yeh and my writing says so haha)
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I agree. With all totality
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fleeting and like red wine as you swallow, pretty
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Thank you
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🙂
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