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Quiet

Quiet, surround me
like a bracelet of charms
or  pondheld heron
dreaming of fish.

The night is breathing,
listen,the tops of trees
and seas converge
And soon the moon.

 People are music
That is all their secret.
We, who are hunters,
silence our perfection

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nyarbaggytep
May. 30th, 2016 08:36 pm (UTC)
This is one of those poems that I don't know why I like but I do
smokingboot
May. 31st, 2016 05:29 am (UTC)
Thank you, I almost like it very much. I'm going to try two different final lines,see if it sits better for me.
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