The silent window
Silence opened a window for me
and looked at me.
The air carried the taste of answers
yet unspoken.
A fly was dying on the glass,
and in its fragile wings
the Universe was weaving its infinity
into a broken flight.
Copyright © Florin Lacatus | Year Posted 2025
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