Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence
~ W. S. Merwin
from The Rain in the Trees
1 comments:
now is very late.
I am sitting over these words.
i'm listening to the echo.
and I'm thankfull so much
for all (each) of your beauty posting ...
wish you everything good,
Mai
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