a shawl of silence

in that dark alley
we had touched a truth
while walking through a forest
with fallen leaves
making crackling sound every now and then
as to remind
that kingdom of silence had not been reached
yet
i know
and you to
that there
we dont need words
nor do we open eyes
we just absorb
the truth
of intimacy
wrapped
in a shawl of silence
but transparent
now the shawl is soiled a bit
words are no more what they used to be
i understand
it is ok
we can weave another shawl
someday
when our breaths would have spun enough yarn
of patience and tolerance
today it is in short supply
but only today

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