Silence is a nest,
A cocoon lulled by the
Wind and its music.
The notes open the doors of
The long forgotten dreams.
Silence
22 Sunday Feb 2015
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Hortus Closus
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Yes!
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beautiful – like a melody!!
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Long forgotten dreams
Can’t they be as good as new?
Never stop dreaming
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You’re touching perfection !
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Silence shows the point
on undocumented maps
where you need to go.
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Reblogged this on Sacred Touches.
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Like a whisper. ❤
You do use the best pictures to showcase your poetry. Lovely.
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delicious…
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wow! what a beautiful elaboration of silence
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you put it so gently into words. many of us are afraid to be listening trustfully to the silence, hearing the own truth…
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The man could not hear and yet he felt the presence of the music. The girl plays the flute and even in an empty room I hear the sounds of wind.
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Silence is a place
From which many sounds can fly
In all directions.
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Very nice verse! Goes beautifully with that fantastic illustration.
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So very beautiful.
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Amazing! I love this.
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Reblogged this on "A Curious Mind".
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bellissimi versi, molto intensi 🙂
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Simplicity… but worded beautifully.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THE SILENCE FROM A BLOGGING COLLEAGUE IS DEAFENING—I MISS HER!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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