Forests in the Blackness of SilenceSpace unravels like salt spilling from a shakersomeone knocked off the kitchen counter,and the salt that spilt is a reminderof little stars of whitethat shine in forests in the blackness of silence. Reality floats like trees without roots,tanning their leavesin the bright midnight sunmade of honey and flour. Discarded thoughts
#poem, “In The Blackness of Silence”
