Is there a place more quiet!?
Where not a whisper is to pass
But from corner of one's eye
And where silence's come to last
Is there a place that blinded sees!?
The remains of winter’s frost
That stands with every autumn branch
One would miss, the chipping feed
Now sands have left, to catch a glimpse
Of moon set free, of life revealed
Not a reaper’s death, I see
But her atop the silvered streams
Caress of angel’s kiss in parting bow
And lake just swells with each a tear
When comes sound that breaks the silent
Greets the child’s starry eyes
As the water fades
I shall see her soon
I say
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