The silence in this place
covers everything.
The deep green olive trees,
the dusty white stones,
the sunburned grass,
the dry bushes,
the orange coloured walls,
the terracotta roofs,
the far deep blue sea,
the singing of the cicadas,
the rush of the passing car,
the barking of a dog,
the silence of the wind.
Everything is covered in silence.
We are silent, too.
But we are making noise with thoughts.
They consume us.
But right now, something extraordinary
is happening.
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