Nothing Comes Apart
In winds that only stir the surface of things
We can touch the vibrations
Of the seasons turning
Here at the quiet limit of the world
Silence speaks of a thousand dreams
If I close my eyes
I can hear them pass
Exploding in silence
And yet
Nothing comes apart
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you!
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