Pelgris

in the smallest turning leaf
the slightest turn of light
the softest intake of breathe
the flame dancing
the twist of the wrist
the curve of the neck
the whisper
the words
the play of shadow across the floor

It is in the quiet heartbeat and
arpeggios of the violin

…….
It is in the pain of heartbreak and the dying breathe

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