March 2, 2013
Whispers blossoming
under a lucent night sky -
windswept undertones
carried through the dark -
the last of them still quivering
in the flurry of soft murmurs,

one last note stringing the harmony
so steadily -

one last sigh to weave through
the thick yet fragile air -

a mere suggestion,
a quiet beauty.

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