S I L E N C E …
be this the ambient music
the sweet feel of the pulsing heart
the whispers of the wind
the gentle rustle of the leaves
the lilt of the songbird song
a stillness filled with nature
speak I no word
the counsel of THE WORD
is in the quietude of BEING.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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