Be silent now, be still.
The warmness of words
may awake me.
Your harmless whisper
may kill,
The dreams that surround
and shape me.
Each step that you seek
in my heart,
Will perish with leaves of the autumn,
and circling earth –
Back to start, falling to endless bottom.
Be silent now, be still.
I worship your mellow composure,
But don’t let the words take you in,
To poison yourself with exposure.
2004
Irina Khanaferova
The essence of silence
© Copyright: Slimka, 2004
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