inward locus


December 19, 2019

Nor in the cold grave
Nor down the deep blue sea
Oh! The silence needs home I thought
Where the life treads free
Where the walls desolate
Where the low wind moans
Just before the dawn.

Silence! Piled up all night.
Came with a vision,
But I failed to realize.
Silence! Life can be loud
As I approach the voice
When the sun begins to rise!

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