To listen

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 

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