Stillness

There is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter of a
butterfly's wing feels like a hurricane.
 The moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost
to the serenity of salty dreams.
 When tall tress stand to attention and every leaf pauses,
takes a deep breath and holds it.
 It is here, beneath the maddening silence I hear your name.
 An echo of you. - Michael Faudet

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