The Mirror Image Of Myself

Silence

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on August 2, 2007

There is this certain atmosphere,
a certain soltitude,
when the wind is cold and the cool tropical wind drops by,
and the wind chime does it’s thing,
and the lights are dim,
and the moon is barely visible,
i tend to start thinking,
about dumb things,
and insignificant thoughts.

– Sinatra_Z, a humble high school friend of mine.

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