In the beginning. What was said was whispered. In an unknown
room no one belonged to. The ear of night gazed. Our day-bird
flew underground. Light flickered in the sky, on the hill, but was
unbroken between us. We learned to let be given, whispered
things hidden and listened without rest
room no one belonged to. The ear of night gazed. Our day-bird
flew underground. Light flickered in the sky, on the hill, but was
unbroken between us. We learned to let be given, whispered
things hidden and listened without rest
( Jenn Morea )
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