Poetry Appreciation (do NOT post your own poetry)

Where Silence Blooms

Between quiet fields a mountain rose, firm, lonely, as if waiting for something soft to touch it without breaking it.

And a cloud came down from the sky, not in haste, but with perfume and nectar on the skin.

It wasn't rain, it was a caress. Drop by drop, he spoke to the mountain with his essence, until it trembled... and at its peak, a river was born.

A flower opened right there, where the plain ends and desire begins, and its petals covered the height with liquid secrets that no one else could see.

He allowed himself to flourish. She let herself be rained. And between nectar and sap, a new channel emerged, a hidden language where two energies embrace each other without a body, but feel more real than the world.

There were no screams. Pulses only. There were no names. Only symbols. There was no time. Only eternity hidden between the branches and the verses.

And there they continue... the cloud and the mountain, the flower and the river, he and she...

telling each other everything, without anyone knowing.

-Unknown