Quiet
By Darmok
Quiet..... by Darmok 3/28/01 Quiet, lest his breath or his heart, Deliver him into their waiting grasp. And o're each rock and twig that yields, Its cry that he is there. Silence hides him in the light, His face and clothes deny their sight. Slowly, carefully creeping in the night, The sniper wages war, his fight. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 04:39 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 10
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