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Ystrad Fflur: Dusk
Who will ever tell or know
the unheard silent echoes
from passing lives laid low:
those ghosts of chanted psalms
once melodious in their praise
lie buried beneath the turf
within walls they helped to raise;
and who can see the cowled monks
whose ghostly whispered prayers
whose canticle or hymn
whispers through the evening's airs -
through the great stone entrance a...
Thursday 18th April 2019 7:51 pm
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