Now all my teachers are dead except silence.
come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain
Utterance" Sitting over words Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing Not far Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark The echo of everything that has ever Been spoken Still spinning its one syllable Between the earth and silence
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