Tracy WatsonBrown Biography

Deep silence.
Birds calling-
Skylark, pigeon, crow.
Caressing breezes-
...

Sleep comes wearily
Knowing how this will finish-
Darkness, silence, peace.
...

The storm has broken-
heavy air replaced by breezes.
Tonight we sleep well.
...

Your silence has sent
me to my room like
a naughty child. It
is peaceful here.
...

Haven of peace,
Yet no peace for me.
Love set in stone,
Hardened in misery.
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