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The still air.
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PHILOSOPHICAL SS In the still quiet air
i breathe the silence deeply.
i respire
I recompense
ill aimed were my stinging barbs
un befit of a winged messenger,
my ill ease only pains you further.
i seethe.
i remit.
In it no difference.
In the still quiet air
i breathe the silence deeply.
interesting
interesting piece, very thought provoking. as a writer it's nice to be able to talk, communicate, socialize and tongues mold our poetry. yet at other times we're quiet as wind breezing your mind like a caress and poetry still manages to unfold. you capture the complications of being a writer so wondrously in your work. no wonder you're one of the best poetress' on this site. amazing.
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wonderful poem! Amazing how that still, silent night air can work through a soul if you let it ;-)