Outsider From the Darkness

February 4, 2009
Words sown in the fertile dark of silence
Need room to grow and flower.
Burdened by noise, crowded, they
Stunt and shrivel
And lie brown and dormant,
Waiting for space and twighlight, for the,
Passing of the Outsider.

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bubblylittledancer said...
Apr. 1, 2009 at 6:59 pm
this is a truly amazing work of art!!! i love it!
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