Imitate the silence within me.
Be it the falling of autumn leaves.
The impressions on the snow I see
Or dreams that saints may weave.
Be the fragrance of the velvet mirth.
Be a stolen stone from the earth.
A shade of darkness and so it be
The silence that is left in me.
There is a storm
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The raging wind,
pelting down sheets of rain onto the earth,
ruffling the feathers
of the ducks, hunkering down low to the ground,
seeking protec...
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