the sweetest sound

by on June 3, 2022 :: 0 comments

out beyond the field of dead ferns
where the silent river flows,
lies a valley of dead dreams
where the soil observes no lives.

sunshine blooms between vegetation
where darkness sheds no death.

someday when the icebergs melt
and man destroys man
there will be the sweetest sound
heard by none
observed by none
and felt by none.

– Tohm Bakelas

editors note:

After all our matter, what matters won’t. – mh clay

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