Silence

By Christine NelsonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Andy Feliciotti on Unsplash

Sparse golden light

Infiltrates the garden.

Leaves and stems

Embrace the branches.

Nothing here is

Clamoring for me. Ah, the sweet

Ecstasy of emptiness!

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Christine Nelson

I have a background in chemistry and a love of nature. One of my greatest teachers proclaimed that creativity is our birthright. I’m here to actualize that in myself.

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