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.
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.
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