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The Air Is Not Empty

written by: Evelyn

@sanepoet

 

The air is not empty
It is misty as the fog on a cold day
The breeze carries a weight as it passes by
Ever so swiftly
Familiar sounds fill the atmosphere with music
Heavier than a whisper, lighter than a murmur
It comes with the whistle of the wind

The air is not empty
It is as dusty as the desert storm on a hot day
The breeze carries a warmth as it passes by
Ever so elusive
Familiar voices fill the atmosphere with longing
Louder than a whisper, softer than a murmur
It comes with the whistle of the wind

I hear my name being called
Repeatedly
I say the words I wanted to say to wind
The breeze passes by
Ever so swiftly
Ever so elusive
The atmosphere is filled with something unfamiliar now
Thicker than a whisper, thinner than a murmur
My answer
It comes with the whistle of the wind
The air is not empty
It is as unnoticeable as my breathing on an ordinary day

Evelyn (poeticasymptote)

Evelyn (poeticasymptote)

I'm just Evelyn.

I see an immense amount of beauty and destruction in the universe, and I believe that everything has a deeper meaning if we only care to look closer.

I always have a poem waiting in the pocket of my mortal jeans.
Evelyn (poeticasymptote)

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