Silence
Lonely streets, resting roads,
wavering trees making a hissing sound.
As I walk, I hear my breath, my footsteps,
my body cutting through the silent air,
The blink of an eye sounding like a drop of water...
yes, silence has a new meaning.
Copyright © Hemanth Chandrashekar | Year Posted 2011
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