Sounds swirls around us,
tongues of silence speaks of love,
breathing, heavy, calm,
teardrops falling in tin-bowls, silent sobbing, sand sliding through fingers and hands, firewood cracks open,
red and green stars,
the dust is descending inside these walls, condensed thoughts, lumps in throats,
eyelashes clashing, hanging birch-wood-branches,
spirits
memories
dreams
symbiotic songs from the grapes on the hedges,
fire burning wild – wanting to reach out- wanting to touch,
strings being bound, untangled,
worms digging underneath our feet,
and even the air becomes a cloak of comfort.
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