The Quiet Before
Beneath
hush of thoughts,
silence of an eclipsed mind paces-
Like those medieval paintings
serene, still, lost in time.
A moment
never to be retrieved,
endless-
this spiral, wherever I go.
By the brooks,
by the creeks,
unrest lingers in the calm
almost fading the bright of sun-
The sky cloaked in grey,
as if holding the storm
yet to begin.
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Thank you dear editor - Dr Rachna Singh
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