Patti Masterman - April 19th

The catastrophe is happening now:
In what is seen- but more, in what is invisible;
In what is heard- but more, in what is silent.

There are no words written to address it,
There are no signs, pointing out its appearance.

If you could see the whole world's heart breaking,
You would lose your reason. But nothing is apparent-

Only the wind, blowing through the leaves
Only the sounds of vacant sighing.

Patti Masterman

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