the ears of grass

Drum of raindropsSplash, rat-a-tat rapidThe tatto small feet beatOn the tin roof, escaping. Your silence coversThe past and eternitiesWhole layers of magmaWaiting to ventCreating new continents Do raindrops make noiseIf the grass has no ears?The falling leaves twirlA rustling descant. Your eyes expressThe mountains fallingInto the seas, risingTsunamis of painCatastrophically closeTo where the heart is. […]

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