Silent woods
breathe
white, windless,
shivering air -
Dante's
sleepless nights:
dreams'
steamily exhaled
blanket.
Broad, powdered
plain yawns
arms out,
encircling
footprintless
silent woods.
Dotted islands
diaspora-like dispersal
mute howls,
shushed hushes,
involuntarily well up
primordial instincts;
oozing into every
barren tear duct,
one unending forest
breathes,
silent woods
in unison.
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