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Beauty in the Breakdown
November 10, 2008
Something Old
(silences)
It is quiet in this place.
Voices only an echo,
the birds
suspended.
The still before the storm.
A church after prayers are said.
The space between reality
and my soul.
G.
1 comment:
Dale
said...
(o)
(Unless your soul
is
reality, which is another possibility :->)
Tuesday, 11 November, 2008
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