Serenity (7) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Serenity (7)



August was only the deep quiet of noontime.
The sea, exquisite in its sleep
Had the burnt smell of jasmines.
You murmured:
Even God hadn't solved yet the mysteries of the world,
That's why he hides himself
In little silences.



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Sunday, July 29, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: august
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