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the sound the wind makes

the sound the wind makes

by diego del sol
Enjoy Art | Poetry


As the wind in the trees brushes leaves with movement,

Venus watches from her pearly heaven’s gate,

The fluid action of clouds and matter as they wisp

Through eternity and vanish back into space.

Hushed whispers of truth pulse like ocean tides

And the universe listens, not missing a tender beat.

Pearly visions of a sun-lit moon reveal sweeping arcs

Of solar games, and the light of the mind’s eye pulls

From the depths of shadow the brilliance of life.

Like a heart beating, everything living in pulses...

There is even a deep vibration of stillness, in space.

A movement escapes from the void and gives birth this cherished moment.

It is the most sacred gift, present in the moisture of your eyes.

Stardust has gathered with the force of spirit and

Embodied the essence of wisdom

In the truth of your being.


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