Unspoken words . . .



In the
quietest
 moments
you can
hear the
wind

           w                      
  h     
  i
          s
p
e         
     r   
             . 
                    . 
                  .





Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2008-03-24 at 23:20

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Reminds of my stay at a diusabilerty colige near Leatherehead , out side London. Wheare i wasa sleeping on the worm nights , I'd stand out side , listaning to the sea roling in to the beech. Only no sea , no beech. The sound I herd but did not listan to. Was the trafick on the near by moterway. I listand to the sea , roling in to the beech.
Thanks Dan , for reminding me of how got thro those nights.

Ken ( D Williams )
2008-03-24


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Dan this is so wonderful and reminds me of my homeland in the wide downland hillsides as the wind whispers in the telegraph wires on a late summers day well done for the atmospheric images rgds mike
2008-03-24