"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
nice one Gwilymjohn
Thanks John, and cheers!
like the silence at the end, its always nice to end in silence, to much noise in the mountains
for a long time - no noise other than these 'talking' stones - not even a stir of air - not even a drowsy bee - only the sound of silence
so the stones make noise, i got that part, no place is silent---when ur with yourself always. i did enjoy that poem, thank you
The silence of the wilderness is always a special silence I think. The hum of a stray bee sounds as loud as a bus!
u miss the asa, but fair point.
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