Buzzing words

There’s hardly any wind

Cumulus upstairs seems static

This day will be of a humming

Buzzing and singing

Affluent activities all over

And I just enjoy all of this feast

This silence of nature

Which brings about

The inside rhythm

I weave my words all around

Kruip Ruimte

04–17–2016

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