Gravity of Silence
Behind dark lenses, night refuses every clue, In cupped hands, bright beads drift—small worlds anew. A hush of ink falls soft across the skin, And silence gathers where the light falls in. Each droplet turns like thoughts that will not land, They hover, patient, over open hand. The grain of dark becomes a starless sea, Where stillness speaks in pure austerity.
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A3 (30Ă—42 cm)
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