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Swift trees break the silence of the two figures
One sets the fire, one sets the table
More and more figures gather, making sounds unknown.
Suddenly, they become shadows, haunting the night.
Surrounding figures become statues,
Statue but shadows who can't unite.
Who will ever break the silence,
Of the silent one's delight.
Copyright © Nicole Poet | Year Posted 2016
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