The night of non-remembering
the shawl of truth is pulled
in misty cowl cross reason's face
and muffled is the call.
In worlds of hidden whispers,
eternity still speaks,
soft breath embracing at the edge
of all we ever seek.
1987
the shawl of truth is pulled
in misty cowl cross reason's face
and muffled is the call.
In worlds of hidden whispers,
eternity still speaks,
soft breath embracing at the edge
of all we ever seek.
1987
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