The Silence of a Sunday
The silence of a Sunday
with not a car or plane,
just the earth noises
at four in the morning.
When two hundred breaths
with two hundred thoughts
can be allowed to fly
without interruption,
to find each its clarity,
claro, mingbei,
and limits of its strength,
bu mingbei.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010
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