Dec 9, 2012



 A Drop of Silence

The impish talkative little sparrows, 
the ones that never stand still, 
and nest just outside my window
in the dense branches of the tall tree.

The bullish immense river, 
the one that never forgives
and rests just outside my window,
in the deep brink of history.

And my heart,
the one that never ceases 
thumping in your name,
just outside your window,

all stood still in anticipation, 
as the gypsy wind,
ahead of your arrival
rushed your scent to the river’s edge. 

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