Words fly away on the white wings of a peaceful silence.
Dark storms are finally overcome by a colourful horizon.
A clear note rings in the quiet aftermath of chaotic destruction.

I exhale and my breath takes the hand of a winters breeze.
Dancing passed the brown and yellow leaves of yesterday.
A warm loving sun throws its arms around my shoulders.

Published by Yaku Potgieter

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