Quiet
Morning can be silent like the breath of god too far away to be heard. I walk on tip-toe not to disturb the rest of the many weary dead. I creep like heather round the untouched places wondering why no one comes. Too far away to be heard like the breath of god the morning can be silent. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 06:44 AM PST, Leah Carter 10 • 0
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"Morning can be silent..."