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The wind lays silence to my scream. It rises upward inside my soul. In search of a spirit lost. Like a dark raven climbing ever higher. Into the darkness of the night. Until it touches upon the face of God. Asking the age old question. Why? Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 04:22 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 13
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"The wind lays silence to my scream...."