Whisper

Stillness…
Stillness, still.
The dark surface of the water
Calmly, quietly in wait
For the breath of Wind
To crease it.
Lines of ripples where it passes,
Whispering to the silent depths.
 


JFR – March 2009

by Jose F Rosado

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