The Whispering Wall: Merged

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Thursday, February 5, 2009

Merged

Soft hills enclose the plain Like cushions forming an amphitheatre, Alone I stand in the middle Of what looks like an ocean Frozen into a picture. Tufts of pale green turf Sink swiftly and then bounce Like the springy gusts Of a breeze from within the earth. Powerful silence speaks, Soothes and... Sign in to see full entry.

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