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A Field, of Stones
( Fallen, Angels )
* * * * * * * * * *
* across this Hush and Sigh, of Days Gone By, *
* as Memory, tries to Remember, for Ever I will *
* listen, as My Tears, in Hope’s Light, glisten, *
* to The Echoes far beyond Yesterday’s Reign . . . *
* as The Lilies sway to the Wind’s Ballet, and *
* The Moon, slowly, begins to Turn, for Ever I *
* will weep, until The Promise I will keep, nay, *
* They did not cry, no They did not die, in Vain . . . *
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from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice
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