XXV. Hush

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I'm in love with the places,

Where I haven't ever been,

And unrecognizable faces,

And tacit emotions.


The hush willow tree,

And the church with crevices,

Where whispers echo.

The noises have faded,

I long to dissolve in the breeze,

And love has finally evaded.


The mosaic glass paintings,

Glistening in a hint of sunlight,

Religions and universes

Aligning after a treacherous fight.


-Aditi

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