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If I did not have to speak
For I would rather have kept quiet
My head turned away longer.
When that Silence prevailed,
Still aware of the one in front of me,
A calm pregnant awareness of an unspoken realm
That spread beyond the current being.
Admiration so intense, unbearable it seemed.
Only words would detract me from that plight.
Or, did words hide a complex
Of feeling in a way, unworthy,
For taking precious time and his energy?
But those words of clear wisdom
Any time it fell, like pearls
Were being strung quietly within me.
A necklace to be kept
In that silent but open box
Within my deepest memories.
Reflections over conversations with Prof. Apostolos Athanassakis in Athens
Oct 25 2017
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