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Stolen Flame

in this city's din of urban indifference and solitude, let me hear again the faintest echo of the mute music from a heart generous, grateful; in the caves of the cold-bloodied cruelty of calloused hearts, let me glance at the haziest halo of affection from a hand caring, giving; in the scornful unbelief of self-deifying demigods of the stolen flame of science, let me feel the soul-soothing solace of a faith forgotten, but ... never lost.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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