There is no town so quiet on any earth,
Nor any house so dark upon the mind.
Only the night is here, and the dead
Under the hard blind eyes of hill and tree.
Here lives sleep. Here the dead are free.
J.S




fiction for the dying one


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Poetry by EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-09 at 00:45

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2018-11-09