silent callA Poem by keithbusy with clattersilent call sense of change held firm grip no movement of air nor leaf the air silent caught in momentary pause no movement, no sound, all stood still in the distance change waited for perfect arrival a single flake made slow decent then another yet followed again and again the silence becoming busy with clatter of soft meeting hard. the silent call.
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Compartment 114
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Added on February 28, 2022 Last Updated on November 13, 2022 Authorkeithnowhere you would want to knowAboutwho i am, what i be ... i write about that from which many shy. i am not afraid. i know the costs of living life for all it's worth. i am but complicatedly simple. i sing the words of no fear and ce.. more..Writing
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