The
sound
of
disturbed silence
heard
before you arrive
is
my soaring heartbeat
and
squeaky shadows
in
fast retreat…
The
beat
Of
a racing heart
you
hear as light sweeps
the
room when you are here
Is
my very own answering
The
rising rhythm of
Your
own…
The
moan
of
silent solitude
after
your departure
is
my very own which
I
alone can hear
when
you are
gone…
Tatul
Sonentz
2014
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