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Silence

by The Cheesesellers Wife

The hum of insects going about their lives
the faint rustle of a breeze through the nettlesevening on the herepath is hushed
the loudest sound is suddenly that of our kissing
and we laugh, guilty as teenagers once more.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

Posted on November 4, 2018 at 12:50 PM in Kim, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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