Stillness
I sit up late,
No sound is heard.
Not even a whisper,
Not even a word.
I set enjoying,
Silence, the stillness
Then I felt,
A faint little whisper
A whisper of air,
Barely noticeable to me,
Yet, I , noticed it anyway.
What is it ?
What could it be ?
The wings of an Angel,
Brushing over me.
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