Growing Silence

Seasons come and go,

with them familiar and well-loved voices,

fade sadly into eternity.

With each one stilled

a new blossom of quietude

is birthed into the world,

but doesn’t remain.

Unknown, unrecognized timbres

fill the space.

For these alien inflections,

I find within me

no affection.

And so turn away,

into the growing silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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