Poems Or What Happens When I Can't Think In Prose: The Wisdom Of The Night

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Friday, April 9, 2004

The Wisdom Of The Night

Silence covers the night like a blanket The rising moon propounds a mystery The ears of my heart strain to listen To words unspoken. Dotted lights appear across the sky creating patterns of shapes and forms Even these begin to echo a meaning that a few can understand. "Don't look at us, let not... Sign in to see full entry.

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