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The Silent Quill
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a grated gate by midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
the skies bowed down to hear the pain
a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory sank to grief
a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned qui...
Thursday 6th January 2011 12:48 pm
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