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creation, gentleness, Life, love, passion, silence, sound, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2014/7/20/a-bakers-dozen-170/
The gentlest of passions
gives no warning, no storming, as
a jump from some forest creature
less agile often disturbs the aura
that hangs in the air. Such ambience,
like magic, thrives without words.
None are needed, as long as the white noise
of vital life surrounds,
and draws in the nest-seeking,
suckling swarm of creation.
Reflections From a Cloudy Mirror 
I especially love the 2 opening lines, made me think about gentle passion that comes as a surprise. Wonderful.
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