A Quiet Morning
Every drop of dew a crystal teardrop—a pause, a note in rivulets, as tranquil as sleep. In this quiet morning, a bird sings far away on a quiet branch, it is a prayer of air. Stillness lengthens time, a memory composed while the earth breathes, every shadow falls gently to meet the sun’s warm mind.
Silvina Ocampo
- Silvina Ocampo