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”
This is a very deep and meaningful poem
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So glad you liked it. Thank you!
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You’re welcome and yes I did
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There are so beautiful expressions, I am impressed, especially these lines,
«Perhaps we are just players
in a matrix filled with light,
our earth, our bones, our daydreams,
created to arouse the sleeping prophet dreaming
that holds us in his arms.»
So beautiful dear Francisco, Thank You, have a nice day, Love, nia
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Thank you so much dear Nia, I am so glad this resonated with you!
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