by Marcello Comitini
Before listening, I hear the interrupted waves and started again of the blackbirds cries. They wander in the infinite sky of May between shreds of clouds that cover and reveal the sun. Betrayed by melancholy they seek peace in the wind. I listen. At the bottom of my eyes shadow of domes appear between houses and trees. The harmonious black of the blackbirds comes in the overwhelming silence.
Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay
2 comentarios sobre “To listen”
Thank you very much for sharing, Mauela 🌹🙏
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I am happy I can do it, Marcello!
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