Thoughts In Silence
The reaper sows and what’s forgotten
Is left exposed; completely rotten
The beggar begs and as he sleeps
Dreams of silver and gold-trimmed sheets
I’m taken back to the place where once
A zephyr sang unto a dunce
And with his sly and stalling eye
He fell in love with the deep blue sky
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