Silent Earth

for now though,
the optimum happiness signatures are those
in the eyes of the rain washed tiny birds
tempered with silken feathers and rummaged greenery,

the austerity of décor in the evening colors
reminds of a moment that time forgot,
of dewy silence and clear crisp night
of big skies and empty landscapes,

along a narrow path
that marked out in Shimul branches,
stepping inside
the secret code that reopens
the wooden door to freedom,

for now the earth is at peace,
soothed by the steady breeze, the distant calls fade in
there will be worship in the temples
that ends with calmness and tears of joy.
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