Something within the mountain~
a sadness that seeps through the walls;
no human voice; mist to cover all;
cicada becoming only decorative art;
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When Earth is destroyed of its pristine qualities and its verdure, all creatures will perish.... even the cicadas! They cannot survive in frost! So the nights are going to be dreadfully still! Enjoyed!
Scientists are still trying to crack this and other cicada mysteries........Marieta......Your writings are very informative and your style of writing is also very unique.........I like it very much
Nice poem, Marieta. Can I ask: did you have also -maybe- that haiku from Matsuo Bashō [« deep silence – / the shrill of cicadas / seeps into rocks »] in your mind when writing your poem?