Hello my silence.
I love that quiet- that very specific quiet- which sits after a deep rain.
Only the drip drops from local trees accompany the wonderful peace.
The gutters drain steadily:
an urban waterfall that sings sonorous songs to passers-by.
Enveloped in a wet rag, the world is painted blue.
Time sloooows dooown... I pause,
and breathe deep. A many blade
pierces the frothy heart of a dim cloud...
the rag is torn and leaves no trace.
Goodbye my silence!
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