Sequenza VIII/18

A whisper begins;
Speech, incomprehensible
Echoes in the wind.

Scattered like blossom,
Many voices clamour out
To hold court, at last.

Suddenly, it turns
Quiet; All that remain are
Trees, bending in the breeze.

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