My soul craves a familiar sound
from the womb of creation
a music only in silence found
where the wind sings its notion
there is music in the swirl of the breeze
the genteel lap of oceanus
the subtle dance of the sequoia tree
and the sound of the soul's onus
no dance have my spirit felt
than the ethereal steps of the soundless
its rhythm knows no time bound
its harmony effort less
from where i sit
a vantage of hurling thoughts
i see the world tilt
and i heard a violent echo
but all around me time stood still
in obeisance to mother nature
the violence swallowed in silence's mill
grinding my soul in pleasant torture
DAP...
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