Saturday, July 30, 2016

in the silence i walk alone


In the silence I walk alone
Up on the hill once I stayed
I hear the whirring wind
It makes me seeing shadows

I look around on my walk
In the late night I return
I feel the cool air of the hill
The air is cool; fresh and clean

I don't see a soul passing by
In the night I hear the insects cry
In the silence I hear the crying wind
The shadows of trees surrounding me

Alone I walk on the short cut
Listening to any sound I hear
I reach the top of my resting place
I stop and listen to the waving wind

In the silence I walk alone
Up on the hill once I stayed
I reach the top of my resting place
The air is cool; fresh and clean


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