ripples
in puddles,
along the roads of mud
leading the refuge.
drops or words?
Rain or altercation?
A wet silence
that paves the way between you and me.
Only the scent
bark soaked
and leaves
green for a short while
remind me that I am alive
while my body
battered by a flood
silent.
October 2006
Listening: Apollo Nove feat. Ceu - Inexplicata
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