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The Silence Of The Morning...
in the land of truth,
no one writes and no
one reads,
one simply knows where
love makes its own fire,
one simply knows where
the spirits meet,
the words are not experts
eyes become closed to these
glories, morning light
shy cheeks, pale lips.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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