psithurism

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psithurism- the sound of wind in trees and the rustling of leaves

in the psithurism
the beauty all around
with the song of birds
and colors surrounding

quiet whisper of falling leaves
and roaring brooks
rushing streams
thud of footsteps

our not so secret presence
the sun that is your smile
the clouds the cover my thoughts
but the light peaking through

the gentleness of the psithurism
the warmth of your laugh
words between us
the ones we said and didn't

all the aches and pains forgotten
the quiet not silent
and the brightness not hurting my eyes
with you right there by my side

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