talking to different people (asking the breeze)








talking to different people

(asking the breeze)

 

 

 

The soundness of
their logical minds
resounds, echoes




having to be
likened to wind-stirred
leaves or its silence




when the breeze
reaches its sublimity
as you whisper




as if not one
realizes this asperity
ever greater




assiduous coding
recoded in your
own spiritual language




hence, murmurs
beseeched answers
to your call assuaged








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just one of my weird notes to self (in poem form).

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