Srividya Sivakumar

A silence so complete nothing can break it.
Not the slow unfurling of the fern.
Not the soft mulch of moss.
Not the sap making its way to the jungle floor.
The panther’s paw is a feather.
The river slows down and moves sluggish, a satiated python.
The flowers bloom with exquisite stealth. Each petal, shy, blushing.
This silence cannot be broken.
The lynx has shadows under its eyes. 
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