Poetic
“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.” – Plutarch
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Quiet
Noise of the
city seeps
into me
until it clangs
like clashing
drums
and I cling
to the peace
in nothing,
silence a song
of stillness
I sink into,
ears resting
to its tuneless
symphony
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