Nature holds her language
And a smile. Beauty
Glides into dark gentle
Sympathy that steals
Thy spirit. Agony
Breathes darkness
Under the earth's depths.
A still voice laid with tears
Enhance that last trace of
Quietness poured. The sun
Still slumbers and hears no sound.
The solitudes laid down
In their sleep. Breathe thy destiny
Of life's green spring and strength
Shall follow that mysterious
Realm where at night
Trust approaches
Like one who lies
Down to dream.
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