Words

If I could love as an open field lives,

My winds would hum their mantra, 

Calming the motion of frenzied bees.

In summer, the warmth of sunlight would gently hush the heart.

And in the winter, a  velvet silence would descend from the stars.

You would find a place to rest.

And I…

I would have no need for words.

© M. G. Iannucci 2016


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