The world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
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a beautiful opening: '' The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. [..] '' In ITALIAN: '' Il mondo non ha bisogno di parole. Scandisce se stesso Con la luce, le foglie e le ombre. [..] ''
Absolutely love the thoughts you placed so gently in this poem. The other side of the coin so to speak. Am glad I found you here. Thank you for sharing your silent thoughts. RoseAnn
Dana, You are an unbelievable poet. So glad I found you on this site. Edwina Reizer
You are an unbelievable poet. Glad I found you on this site. Edwina Reizer
Well-thought and well-crafted. I too wrote verse, perhaps not so terse, but wondered about the gap between words; I used to like Lewis Carroll's twisted saying: Take care of the sounds, and the sense will take care of itself; or contrarywise perhaps. Does it matter? AM