Whisper softly, murmur gently,

Linger stillness for a second and

Listen to the beauty,

Hinting secretly like a child.

The enlightened sound of morning dew,

Dripping with poise

Upon the wakening leaves

That patiently waits.

Listen with closed eyes,

Can you hear the droplets

That fall diffidently?

Hoping no one hears of its existence

Like clasped hands of prayer women,
The loose faucet.

Lonely echoes in an enclosed space,

Reverberating.

Listen and hold your breath,

The air that embrace us

Barely making its way through existence,

The dust, gracefully afloat,

Twirling in infinite circles of life

Like dissatisfied ballerinas.

Prancing to music muted to the eyes

Invisibly passionate.

Listen attentively

To slowing of time,

For the tick is slower by a beat,

The clock’s selfish desire

Preserving like pictures in a photo album,

Clandestine, yet obviously

Full of tenacity,

To live longer, to stay just a bit longer

Listen with a calm heart,

Swaying acquiescently

To the inharmonious melody of the wind.

The clean shirts, ironed and new.

Do you hear the mingling of the

Chrysanthemums with a tint of luscious peaches

Into air, becoming one?

The love we’ve never noticed.

Listen to the ignored,

The Small things that are left unnoticed,

The Beautiful things that are left unheard,

Yet to be revealed.

The trickery of Venus,

Embellishing the world with little secrets

Waiting to be blossomed for the eyes

Of those unseen.

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