In a bed of silence
That is endlessly still
An infant sound bulbs
And a dying snowflake’s kiss
Breaks the surface and blooms
A single note
A single, windless chime;
At the moment of its birth
It ceases to be
The silent sea
Is still once more
But it dreams of that
Tiny swell
Endlessly
An infant sound bulbs
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Gosh how do you capture a thought so beautifully, so seamlessly?
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