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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A sudden silence flashed across the room forcing me to stop what I was doing and listen. I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I walked toward the window and looked outside, a sudden warmth penetrates my face and lit up the trees all over the place and autumn slowly enters the room with bare feet leaving a radiance on the window sill. The lights inside suddenly grow dim and a shadow emerged from behind the curtain and stood in the center. It crawled on the wall without shape or form and took up residence in the room. Its swift wavy movement form different shapes and I penetrate it with my Spirit. The room has an ambiance of its own and a stench that you will never forget, you have to hold your nose when you enter the door and close your ears to zoom out the cricket sound. Nothing is unusual about it’s just the arrangement of things that causes you to think. The mediocre man says it’s surreal but the intelligent man said that it stirs his zeal. The space around me is enlarged and everything that is inside me starts floating. I wasn’t sure what was happening but the mysterious shadow kept moving around the room and gravity plants my feet into the ground. It was one of those days when your heart is full and the silence in the room starts speaking to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond so I walked around the room, clearing my throat and hum a synchronizing tune honoring the moment. I gazed at the ceiling above me and all I could see was the ceiling staring back at me and the spider crawling in to the cobweb nibbling at the fly that it caught in its net And the old books on the counter longing for a shelf where they could breathe fresh, but the ceiling stood bare and the spider web spreading in length captures the rhythm in the room. And so, the mysterious shadow stood still in the corner staring intensely at me.
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