Wednesday 2 May 2012

listening

i listened to him--
his words,
like clean pebbles,
tangible.

the roar of the thundersquall
subsided outside
and a quiet crept into room,
snuggling for warmth.

through a leak in the roof,
dripped rain water,
into a copper pot,
half full.

i listened to him--
his words,
like clean pebbles,
tangible.

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