Night Wind

Night Wind

Night and clouds.
The wind passing
Through the leaves
Whispers an intimation.

The moon reaches
The top of the sky.
She says wordlessly,
“I have always known.”

The wind has come
From the ends of space
To lift these curtains
At my bedroom window.

The moon’s white face
Touches my face
To open the silence
Of the intimation.

– Kusumita Pedersen.


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