It sounds like the symphony of the wind
Embracing every
leaf of every tree
In a whispered tango of green.
It sounds like the sleep of children
Unfolding every soft corner of the room
In a quiet
reverie of dreams.
It sounds like the touch of lazy fingers
Sending shivers down to my tired bones
In a secret ritual of forgiveness.
It sounds like the beat of my heart
Awakening the other woman in me
In a silent
storm of remembering.
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