Into an open door,
invisible horses flushed about
uplifting the sleeping boy –
inviting him to play.
The gentle wind is not noise,
but it takes away the silence.
The boy has chosen the place
where the wind dare not go.
The gentle wind takes away silence –
later at night, when lovers return,
the boy had gone with the horses;
to the place where the wind doesn’t go.
The gentle wind is not noise,
but it takes away the silence
Monday, September 21, 2009
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