The war of the words

Nothing loves.Nothing Moves.But a silence lingers
On and On.I move by the streaming shore
Looks around the county of caterpillars
There is nothing but shadows of the trees
Nonetheless mingling with its own essence
A permanence outstrips reality
She is naked by the window as I hear a rustle
There is a whistler blowing air
into the sky and the sky is falling
I hope the mind exists for itself
and there is a silence.A deep hollow
but moving the wind dies in the ropes
A ship showing up on horizon There is a peace
And a white mast held high in the distance
There is a stern silence again.Nothing Loves.
Nothing Moves.


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