among trees, leaves, blowing wind, chttering soundss of birds, clashing sound of leaves, sound of storms, soundbof deep silence, forest shouts, and travelling voices of animals
poetry, me, is in the stillness of new silence.
they all are just objects of interacting lives,
disentangling phenomena from me being of poetry's life.
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