The Mysteries Of The Night
after the rain
you go back to the garden
below the rustic palms
and the old mango tree
you sit upon
a bench
the air is cool
you contemplate
deeply
now the trees are
speaking to you
and they are grieving
you listen
to the footsteps of the ants
you feel the softness of
butterfly wings all over your skin
your mind scatters
like fireflies
the night makes an
agreement with you
you shall be muted
to keep the secrets of this
silent moments
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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