I noticed that the breeze had stopped,
That evening, after weary work;
It came as a surprise to me
As, drained, I waited for my bus.
For, in the far-too busy world,
That moment granted me a pause
To think; the silence sent a shock
After the hubbub of the day.
It wasn’t what was there which spoke
But just the absence of the wind:
That nothingness meant more to me
Than any worldly man-made thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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