Silence

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Gazing through the window pane

Sun light crawling in above the slit

I paused

To hear the sweet dissonance

Or perhaps not too sweet

The wind gushing past the curtains

Striking the black surface of the table top

With a rather muffled row

I cloaked in the clatter

And as the noise fainted

Breezing over my dimpled cheeks

I paused again

Only to see the last bit vanish

Only to hear the noise drip away from my ears

Only to feel spaced in again

I sit still

Tapping my fingers up and down

Propping back onto my chair

Surrendering to this inseparable perception

And feeling disdainfully and mournfully relieved

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Alekhya Lingutla

For every emotion that is instilled, I write to unfold.