stillness in nightfall, like drops of dew lying on grass.
quiet and content, awake and refreshed.
thoughts talking no more, silence taken over the sound.
into a beautiful ecstatic rythm rings the soundless sound of silence.
foretelling, and remembering both the night is the queen so still in presence.
open doors to your womb, and let me pass into the ever-silent, the one you brought me from.
let me remember you mother as my loving and caring world, full of life.
-little wroodrah
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