I cast my crestfallen eyes down.
What do I see?
My head falls down.
What do I hear?
I see nothing, I hear nothing.
Yet I know what goes on around me.
My cry ripped through space-
Silent, but still one heard,
And embraced me with presence.
Not near, but touching,
Minds brushing against each other
As a feather on a wing
Whose tip lightly glances the water.
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