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Perfect Silence
The edges of you are the outlines of
mountains against a western sky.
I kiss your highest peaks at dusk
but find life in the dark valley.
I am a drawn bow trembling at the edge of light.
Let your fingers now sealed with the promise of a diamond
steady me as the curtains part and
I enter your theater of perfect silence.
mountains against a western sky.
I kiss your highest peaks at dusk
but find life in the dark valley.
I am a drawn bow trembling at the edge of light.
Let your fingers now sealed with the promise of a diamond
steady me as the curtains part and
I enter your theater of perfect silence.
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