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When one slips into the observer, watching the silence,
they may fail to hear you approach see you even at moments,
but they know you're there,
you pushed past the rosemary hedging, silence creeps pungent
all around you like a fog, like your best friends perfume.

Reviews

[Michael X]

this poem feels as it has been written from experience, yet has a haunting
feeling of knowing or becoming the observer, speaks volume, outstanding