A Whisper

When all is calm and the world around – sleeping.
The delicate breath lost, now found – sleeping.
The gentle muse, she sings the song of silence.
Her tender womb, we bathe in her light.
The night, the world around, lost and found – sleeping.
And the moon shines through the clouds.
There is no sound.
There – you.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.

~A~

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