Now all my teachers are dead except silence.
come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain
Sitting over words
Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
The echo of everything that has ever
Still spinning its one syllable
Between the earth and silence.
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