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Catrin Welz-Stein

The shroud of secrecy, entangled in silence when prolonged,
becomes hauntingly beautiful; singing rhythms inaudible to human ears,
reformulate life’s untold, grant them space to be as we listen,

simply, vibrations.

Each cell in the body distills a slighted peace,
unknown to the naked eye, grapes are crushed with barren feet
it is the winemaking of humanity that entangles us in coherent webs;
a matrix that we often fail to acknowledge.

If one sits long enough, to hear the wind’s whisper in attuned ears,
it becomes clear that no formulation is as precise as this,
that whispers “Hue.

Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide.I have an M.A. in Environmental Sociology.

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