Silence
I think I can hear you now. As the sun subsides along with the clamor of a fading day and as the world is bathed in stillness I can hear your voice in the silence between the words.
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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...
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