Words rolled off his tongue like dice
"You're different," he whispered.
"You're loaded," she laughed.

There is a language spoken
Between the leaves and the breeze
Peacefully green, the leaves
Ever changing the velocity of the breeze
Ancient and eternal their relationship


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Quiet sunlight falls through this mosaic ceiling
The tendrils of life dance slowly
With grace they kiss the underworld
Nothing is forgotten here

My breath is cautious
My heart whispers
Quieter yet quieter we become
Listening to the music of such silence....